
Yes, pubs MUST re-open on 2 December (somewhere, anywhere) or you face many more posts like this one.
Yes, I’m scraping the Cambridgeshire village barrel now, but at least Grantchester has picturesque (albeit closed) pubs.

It still gets the undergrads walking out along the Cam to admire a village seemingly untroubled by the temporary loss of its tea gardens and four pubs.



After all, it’s only a five minute drive to Waitrose for your Beaujolais Nouveau.
Actually, it looks like just the iconic Blue Ball and Red Lion survive now,

with the Rupert Brooke a restaurant and the heroically expensive Green Man (£4.60 for Bass in 2018) closed since January.

We didn’t see Jeffrey this time, I’m sure he keeps a good cellar, so we popped off for a walk across the fields towards the mysterious Haslingfield, which probably deserves its own post (it really doesn’t).

What a muddy sign !
I at least wore appropriate footwear today, but was outdone by the legion of Barbour wearing dog walkers crossing the fields of Cantelupe Farm, which led to a road I had never before walked ! Get out the pink marker.
Without a pub at the end, it really was a hard, flat, slog. But on the road back to Barton we suddenly stumbled on the Mullard Radio Astronomy Observatory.

Or, more excitingly, the Arcminute Microkelvin Imager, trundling along the path of the old Oxford-Cambridge line. Oooh.

Wiki claims these study the galaxies, but we all know they’re part of a Deep State conspiracy to control us via neural mind implants hidden in the vaccine. Or at least that’s what folk in the Blue Bell would be discussing if it was open.

When we arrived back at the Old Vicarage, Jeffrey still wasn’t home.

What exactly are we doing that the conspiracy theorists believe someone wants to prevent us from doing? I’m never quite sure what the end goal of these theories are…
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It’s to do with craft beer, Dave. Pumpkin Sours or something.
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Never knew Arfur was into astronomy. It’s probably being used to order Martian sour ales.
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“but at least Grantchester has picturesque (albeit closed) pubs.”
And right beside the Eight Acre Wood. Which was the inspiration for Christopher Robin’s Hundred Acre Wood.
Oh, and that Travelling Radio Telescope was the inspiration for the Travelling Wilburys.
And it’s nice to know that the Sewage… Works. Heaven forbid it didn’t!
Which probably explains Cantelupe Road. I thought it was something gone wrong with the melon; but then realised it would take a Saint to keep the Sewage… working. 🙂
“seemingly untroubled by the temporary loss of its tea gardens and four pubs.”
Is that a wood cutting of a horse in the 2nd photo?
“What a muddy sign !”
I hope there’s an actual way across the M11 (top left) besides waiting for a break in the traffic!
“Get out the pink marker.”
You’re getting a bit desperate during lockdown aren’t you? 😉
“Or, more excitingly, the Arcminute Microkelvin Imager”
So… it triangulates objects really really far away in deep space by checking their temperature?
“Wiki claims these study the galaxies, but we all know they’re part of a Deep State conspiracy”
Meh. Deep Space / Deep State. Same difference. 🙂
“Jeffrey still wasn’t home.”
I think he was just ignoring you. 🙂
Cheers
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