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
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.
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.