2020 IN REVIEW – MAY

I wonder who’s going to drop in on the blog today, hiding from the fuss and frivolity. Welcome.

Hard to sum up May 2020. More of the same, but at least pubs would surely be open in June.

It was still very quiet in Cambridgeshire, as you can see from the bridge over the new A14,

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With unlimited time and that new dual-carriageway I’d exhausted Page 123 of the Navigator,

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and with “The Easing” I was able to travel a little further to observe folk jumping off pavements into the path of trams to avoid each other.

Saffron Walden and Kettering provided contrasting highlights.

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Kettering looked a picture with its ghost signs, queues for Wilko and re-opened Subway.

But mainly May meant Hunts, where I became the official County-in-time-of Covid photographer.

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Dave Greenfield of The Stranglers infamy died, so I paid a rare trip to Somersham to pay tribute.

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On my return that glorious day I found that Chung Hwa had re-opened. Seriously, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders (and rest on my tummy). Our first squid, crispy beef and Singapore rice since March.

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May was the month I cracked, allowing the evil of (limited) home drinking.

Only to support the local brewers, you understand.  Like Papworth, Milton, Moonshine, and these guys who I think come from Landbeach;

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Actually, just being allowed inside the hallowed portals of the Sun to pick up my Friday 5 pints raised spirits.

My blog took a pummelling, only propped up by football programmes, Barnard Castle (no idea why) and 286 views of a 2017 post from deepest Essex;

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Stealer’s Wheel, Christmas decorations, and Mrs RM leaving her handbag in a pub. Doesn’t get more festive than that.

21 thoughts on “2020 IN REVIEW – MAY

  1. The Axe And Compass is a name with which to conjure, I’d say.

    You could have, say, The Scalpel And Blowtorch, or The Microscope And Muckspreader by similar measures.

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  2. Completely full of food and unnecessary tipples……

    …..I’ve resorted to looking at the phone as Mrs Raymondo insists on watching some dreadful midwife thing…

    seasoned greetings RM and co 🙂

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      1. Well it’s worth me doing it then, Raymondo. I need to re-read this year’s 800 odd posts to do a “Best of 2020” and amazing to see how the weather changed (not the first thing you think of recalling 2020 but there you go).

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    1. I felt the need to escape too Raymondo, whilst my wife watched the same slushy, sentimental, tug at your heart-strings, “Christmas special,” where a bunch of nuns pass themselves off as midwives. Apparently it snowed, like it always does (hardly ever) on Christmas Day!

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      1. No, but I think she only ever gets in the Bridge at Topsham.
        I know she’s busy but what a waste, living so close to the Star Tavern and never using it.

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  3. “I wonder who’s going to drop in on the blog today, hiding from the fuss and frivolity. Welcome.”

    As usual, I wait until it’s the next day over there. But, I did drop in so… Happy Boxing Day!

    “as you can see from the bridge over the new A14,”

    Was ‘going to a pub’ considered essential back in May?

    “and with “The Easing” I was able to travel a little further to observe folk jumping off pavements to avoid each other.”

    Never did get where I live, thank goodness. No masks outside (now inside though, alas) and folks would pass mere inches from each other walking!

    “But mainly May meant Hunts, where I became the official County-in-time-of Covid photographer.”

    You’d swear they were filming Zombie or ‘End of Days’ movies.
    (and wouldn’t be far from the truth)

    “Seriously, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders (and rest on my tummy).”

    (slow golf clap)

    “May was the month I cracked, allowing the evil of (limited) home drinking.”

    Next crack… underpants!

    “Actually, just being allowed inside the hallowed portals of the Sun to pick up my Friday 5 pints raised spirits.”

    (slow golf clap… if by ‘raised spirits’ you intended a pun) 😉

    “and Mrs RM leaving her handbag in a pub”

    My better half did something similar, only it was her jacket at a Christmas Do way back in the early 90’s (drink was to blame I believe).

    Cheers

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      1. “I can’t claim I intended the “spirits” pun, unfortunately. You have it.”

        I’ll take it! 🙂

        Cheers

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