A gorgeous August weekend spent at my parents contemplating the completion of the Good Beer Guide over takeaways and views of the sunflowers in their Waterbeach garden.
The approach to Milton Brewery in the industrial estate across from the former RAF barracks soon to contain 10,000 new homes isn’t quite as glamorous,
Now, I would say that, wouldn’t I. It’s my home village, but I was keen enough to leave Waterbeach for hills and thrills and bellyaches, and I never lie about beer quality.
Cool, rich, thrilling Pegasus to a Neil Young soundtrack and the smell of baked potatoes.
OK, it’s not cosy, but it is a cerebral experience with the classically themed beers and Mary Beard book on sale.
Very much your Cambridge postgraduate crowd here (“I DO have my copy of Aliens on order”), I sense I’m drinking too quicky as a couple from San Diego sip halves of Minerva. Here’s a pint;
Milton runs three pubs in Cambridge, one of them just won the local branch Pub of the Year and that will get an unexpected visit from me on this blog shortly.
Whether you’ll get to hear Donovan in any of them is a matter for conjecture.
*Usual disclaimer about Bass from the jug applies