WARNING : Pub free edition to meet family obligations.
On Monday I drove my Dad (Keith 1) the 40 minutes to Doddington to deliver a TV and some tat to my cousin (Keith 2), star of One Night In March (2016).
Sickeningly, Keith 2 (my cousin) looks younger at 60 than I did at 23, the benefit of a childhood in the hills of Dunstable.
Dad gave me splendid directions to avoid an a hold-up on the Chatteris bypass (turnip spillage) which convinced me that his faculties are holding up better than mine despite him forgetting the names of relatives.
The detour takes you past thrilling things like the North London Skydiving Centre, a maize maze, and two roads leading to the unpronounceable Manea.
What can I tell you about Doddington ?
2,181 Fenland souls, looks to March for entertainment and Chatteris for its Aldi and Jacks, one pub didn’t survive the summer, one did, one chippy, golden post box celebrating Johnnie Peacock’s Paralympics Gold.
Excitingly, my cousin lives in a cottage literally backing onto the giant beer garden at the Three Tuns, the surviving village pub.
Just for my Mum, here’s what Keith 2’s cottage looks like following his exciting renovation project;
There’s a view to the pub from the kitchen window, always a bonus in a property I feel.
Who’s that hiding in the corner ?
Keith 2 always has projects on the go, including a Jaguar “E” type refurbishment and a garden restyling.
I’ll stick to pubs, thanks.
I’d rather assumed that “Fish and chips ?” meant the 2 meals for a tenner in the Three Tuns, with a chance for me to complain about the GK IPA again.
Sadly, Keith 2 is taking no chances with pubs since March, and offered me a can of Hobgoblin with his superb homecooked lunch. Soon, 2 village pubs will become none.