CASTOR SUGAR

Having given you the pub, here’s the promised photos of Castor, or Lower Ailsworth as it’ll probably be styled in next year’s GBG.

Quite an intriguing bit of OS, in contrast to the flat nothingness west of here towards the Perkins Engines factory. Our entire family have stayed at Ferry Meadows campgrounds at one stage or the other, not once noticing the escape route to Castor’s 3 2 pubs.

“Ain’t that just lil’ ol’ England !” our American visitors would no doubt say. In 2019 Peterborough had 3 American visitors, all of them having taken a wrong turn coming out of the services on the A605.

Seriously, it’s a gem, a real sugar of a village (832 souls). Robin Hood and Little John standing stones, a Roman village (micropub closed), Love’s Hill and Splash Lane, and the gorgeous St Kyneburgha (crazy name, crazy guy lady).

I’m not surprised the 7th Century Posh residents were in awe of Kyneburgha, she was enormous. Here she is holding aloft the Royal Oak to inspect it for Substantial Meal offences.

Look at the terror on the face of local ticker Simon of BRAPAshire (see his parchment here).

Attendances at the church dropped so alarmingly in the 21st century that they invited the local sheep in to the graveyard after laying off the gardeners.

There seemed to be some sort of village Christmas event going on, just to spite Tier 3 neighbours Stamford I guess.

I admired the Royal Oak, which was in the Guide when Simon visited on World Cup Semi Final Day (England’s, not Scotland’s).

Nice pub, from distant memory, but as you’ll note a duffer of a sign.

Oddly, the sign at the Michelin star restaurant next door was better.

What Pub has little to say for ChubbyCastor (aka the Fitzwilliam)

Well, I can exclusively reveal the ChubbyCastor is OPEN, based on its Facebook offering this nude Scotch egg as part of its tasting menu.

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But at £80, plus £190 for the premium wine package, I sense you may find better value in the Feathers.

If, however, you insist on paying for me to go there as a birthday treat, I PROMISE to score the beer.

Published by retiredmartin

Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.

9 thoughts on “CASTOR SUGAR”

  1. “here’s the promised photos of Castor”

    Is one of the sheep named Castor? Anyway, you loyal readers (if you can drum up some) would probably prefer pictures of Black Sheep in the glass, not the grass.

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  2. “Our entire family have stayed at Ferry Meadows campgrounds at one stage or the other, not once noticing the escape route to Castor’s 3 2 pubs.”

    Did you mean by river or railway? 😉

    And… Orton Brimbles? Sheesh

    “Robin Hood and Little John standing stones”

    I first read that as ‘standing stoned’ and thought it was statues of the two inebriated.

    “Here she is holding aloft the Royal Oak to inspect it for Substantial Meal offences.”

    I doubt they’d have a meal substantial enough for her.

    “they invited the local sheep in to the graveyard after laying off the gardeners.”

    An economically wise decision.

    “Nice pub, from distant memory, but as you’ll note a duffer of a sign.”

    Probably trying to avoid attention from Kyneburgha again.

    “What Pub has little to say for ChubbyCastor”

    Was the original Chubby Castor married to Kyneburgha? 😉

    “But at £80, plus £190 for the premium wine package, I sense you may find better value in the Feathers.”

    You can tell it’s pricey by the way they showcase the fact that there isn’t enough food on any one plate to actually have some of the food actually touching! 🙂

    “If, however, you insist on paying for me to go there as a birthday treat, I PROMISE to score the beer.”

    Done! But, only if I win the lottery between now and then. 😉

    Cheers

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  3. As I’m sure you’re aware, Castor is the Latin name for beaver.

    The Perkins Egnines factory is to the east, not the west. You do this deliberately to check whether I’m awake, don’t you?

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    2. T’other Mudgie,
      And there’s a Perkins Engines factory a few minutes walk from me, except that it’s still known locally as Dorman Diesels.

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  4. Perkins…did you know, that if an electric current is passed through a gherkin, then it will glow? Although why the light is emitted more from one end than the other is not understood. The process is dependent on changes in electron levels, of the sodium ions, in the pickling solution which has permeated the fruit.

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      2. You’ve reminded me that gherkins were what London chips shops had but local ones didn’t.
        I especially liked the chip shop at 70 Eversholt Street.
        All the buildings opposite were lost for the expansion of Euston railway station ( current platforms 1 to 4 I think ) in late Victorian times. The Bree Louise must have been considered more expendable than the Royal George this time.

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