On the morning after the final I visited my sister’s burgeoning garden centre, the first new business in Waterbeach that doesn’t involve pharmacy or pizza since 1963.
Mrs RM converted her veg and herbs into a healthy dish later that week.
Then I wandered home via the Fen backroads, stopping for a troublesome tick in Wyberton Fen. Or retail park edge-of-Boston, as it’s better known.
The CAMRA members whining on Discourse at the moment about lack of choice in their usual freehouse will never come here, so it’s down to your brave tickateers to put £1.70 in the till and hope we haven’t got the old school Hammer & Pincers confused with the Shiny new Marston 2-for-1 across the road.
New Guide entries in rural Lincolnshire are as rare as English victories over Italy (though I count the nil-nil in Rome 97 as a win), and rarely fail to disappoint.
But this was lovely, a pub for gentlefolk in the South Cambs mould, with just enough character to make my eventual 3 hour detour worthwhile.
Friendly welcome, loads of fans keeping temperatures below boiling, and Chris Whitty on the big screen, competing with Sigrid on the jukebox.
Now, I’m a big fan of Chris, so don’t consider my choice of Doom Bar any reflection on the tone being set by our cautious Prof.
What could I have had instead of Doom. Well, nothing, in 2021 you MUST have Doom. Even a rather plain if not oversweet one as here.
You know I’m right, don’t you ?