VERULAMIUM

April 2024. St. Albans.

Another trip back south to visit both sets of parents; another half-way two-thirds stop in the campervan.

It was almost a second stop in a week in Harpenden, too, but a few minutes further took us to St Albans and the Verulamium Park, which suddenly looks very dark.

Dark skies are very impressive, unless you need to negotiate an overflowing lake in pitch black on the wall into town.

There’s water there, and Mrs RM is just about to fall in it…

Ooh, is that a pub ?

“Why can’t we go in that one ?” asks Mrs RM, spying Ye Olde Fighting Cock abundant with youthful life

“Because I’ve got a rare new Beer Guide entry to tick, Mrs RM”.

I think she hoped that nonsense was over and done with,

and to be fair I was keen to see if the Fighting Cocks was improved on my last visit in 2017, but it was already 9pm.

Just the right time to catch the bells at the gorgeous cathedral (press PLAY).

Name that tune.

“So, how far away is this pub we ARE doing then ?”.

I wish she hadn’t asked that..

Published by retiredmartin

Retired NHS, doing long walks around UK and the world to record the great bits. Focused on Good Beer Guide pubs and live music.

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  2. I’m glad Christine didn’t fall in the lake (and you too, for that matter), as a reasonable proportion of my grandmother’s ashes were deposited there in 2009. Unlikely that either of you would have swallowed any, but better safe than sorry.

    (She used to live just around the corner from the Rose & Crown and the Six Bells in St Michaels Village, near the museum on the western edge of your map.)

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      1. Sadly, she survived a stroke long enough to be taken to Watford to die. But yes, she had many pleasant years in Verlamium prior to that. (She was 97.)

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