Our 3 day world tour continued from Kent with a stop in Waterbeach (no Chung Hwa) and a night by the river in the Vale of Belvoir. Or Beaver to you and me.
The posh bit of Leics-cum-Lincs betwixt Grantham, Melton and Nottingham has some good pubs, but rarely new ones, and the tick in Redmile was a first in a decade.
Hardly a soul on the road:as we know folk who most celebrate St George’s Day can’t wait to escape this beautiful country for Spain.
Redmile has some tranquil riverside walks and a typical village all-rounder in the Windmill, notable only for the Double Diamond ceramics.
Twenty in the beer garden, decent trade post-Sunday lunch.
Shirt sleeves and shorts all round. Take that Benidorm.
Three overheard lines will tell you the average earnings in Redmile (£34,775).
“I’M going to Polzeath on holiday. I’m so depressed I can’t go on a REAL holiday”
“Do you remember the guacamole wars?”
Mrs RM was transfixed, and stayed for a second mini bottle of Prosecco I said I didn’t begrudge her but clearly did when the bill for £20 turned up. But she’s worth it.
The Dancing Duck was cool and tasty, too, as you can guess from the lacings.
Our home for the night was spectacular value.