September 2025. Brinkley. Cambridgeshire.
Only two (2) new Guide entries in Cambs again this year, and one of them is only 18 minutes from Dad’s care home.
The day started in near disaster, as Mrs RM dropped Wilbury on the way to Gregg’s, but luckily a caring passer-by stuck him on the bonnet.
That’s a level of care evident in the reopened Crown, a rare GBG entry in the wilds between Newmarket and Cambridge.
Adnams is a sure fire sign of an East Anglian gastro, along with the big 16th century fireplace,
Glen Campbell (not in person) and “coffee spiced celeriac” on the menu in one of Cambridge’s most affluent villages in horsebreeding land.
But the public bar is less fussy than that menu suggests, and Mrs RM is joined by greyhounds and toddlers in a charmingly plain area.
Adnams is always a bellwether pint, this is tasty but a tad thin (3+), not helped by the dreaded Southolds glass that one of the locals rejects in favour of “a straight”.
“Are Friends Electric ?” comes on.
“Ooh, Gary Numan. Cars, innit ?“.
You’re not getting in my pop quiz team, mate.
retiredmartin 
Do you get many sightings of Earl Soham in the wild?
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Once a year, if that. Drive past their pub near Framlingham a bit though.
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Like you I’m not comfortable with the potential fall out of returning a duff pint, but we should at least assert ourselves if we’re quick enough to catch a bar person reaching for a silly glass. I actually quite like the look of the food menu 🤤, but nice to see such a contrasting bar area.
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Would it be pedantic to point out the missing question mark in ‘Are Friends Electric?’, Martin? My apologies if so.
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Not at all, and added.
The ? is vital to that classic. I thought about seeing Gary on his current Telekon tour. Perhaps I should?
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Did you know that Are Friends Electric? refers to robot prostitutes?
According to Gary himself in his autobiography.
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I do now.
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“and one of them is only 18 minutes from Dad’s care home.”
Huzzah!
“as Mrs RM dropped Wilbury on the way to Gregg’s, but luckily a caring passer-by stuck him on the bonnet”
Good thing I know a bit of Brit vernacular, otherwise I would have envisioned Wilbury being stuck onto Mrs RM’s hat.
“Adnams is a sure fire sign of an East Anglian gastro, along with the big 16th century fireplace”
I see what you did there (sure fire and fireplace).
“and “coffee spiced celeriac” on the menu in one of Cambridge’s most affluent villages in horsebreeding land.”
Blimey. I’d be looking up at least a dozen of the words on the menu.
“and Mrs RM is joined by greyhounds and toddlers in a charmingly plain area.”
I read that as ‘in a charmingly PLAY area’. (which would explain the toddlers, not sure about the greyhounds). 😁
“not helped by the dreaded Southolds glass that one of the locals rejects in favour of “a straight”.”
You’d be in heaven in Belgium; practically every beer has its own glass.
(I even have a t-shirt showing such)
““Are Friends Electric ?” comes on.”
Well, Glen Campbell can only sing for so long in one session.
“You’re not getting in my pop quiz team, mate.”
I also think he’d have a helluva time with the menu; like me. 😉
Cheers
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Oh, by the way, (slow golf clap) for the title. 👍
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I did a post “Christie doesn’t go to Brinkley” when I explored the village during Lockdown.
Always called Mrs RM Christie.
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I just looked that up. 2020 was a simply horrid year. 😑
And, totally agree on your naming preference. If I called Rose Mrs RS it would only be on the phone, from very far away. 😊
And now, I have to go prepare for some ‘afternoon’ time with my darling wife.**
** – That means our walk in the woods behind our home, no double entendre intended! 😇
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