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February 2024. Cambridge.

OK, “a couple” in Cambridge was about to turn into four, but it was Will’s fault, and besides I don’t “do” Cambridge enough.

Four very different pubs in suburban Cambridge in half a mile on a lovely evening amidst the council housing and foliage

and suspicious looking tape shops closed since I went to college (not Uni) here 40 years ago,

and although the Blue Moon is more of a crafty keg place these days it was voted “Young persons CAMRA pub of the year” and Will is young at heart.

I’m sure that beer board says “fizzy” at the top,

and “beer” at the bottom; the cask choice was Three Blind Mice or Duration, whose “Turtles All The Way Down” provoked a rush to Wiki;

The cask came in those thin glasses we can’t learn to love,

and I had to pop back for an unwise but highly enjoyable half of Nelly & Bella to remind myself why I love the Blue Moon.

Big ticks for inclusiveness,

quirky art in a classic ’60s inner city estate pub,

an eclectic soundtrack,

and a valiant attempt by the young staff to persuade our Will to stay for the evening’s Open Mic night.

I can’t believe he turned them down.