January 2026. Waterbeach.
One more night in Waterbeach before exciting forrin’ travel, and as always it’s Mrs RM who insists we nip in the Sun while waiting for the Chung Hwa to work its magic on squid.
I wish Mrs RM would work her magic on my phone camera, but for now I’m claiming this is an art shot;
Oooh ! That’s brave. Two from Woodfordes, whose Wherry has fallen out of favour.
Bev (Pub Man of 2025) assures me they’re all great, and they are.
We know and love the Nog, but this Albion Stout is startlingly crisp and chewy (NBSS 4.5), and if you think I’m all Pollyannaish about the quality of beer, it seems Kentish Paul is also raving about cask at the moment.
I seem to be using the Sun as much as I did when I really lived in Waterbeach, drawn in as much by NBSS 4+ beer as memory, and the only minor quibble I’ve heard is about the low chairs, which Mrs RM rather likes.
A quarter of crispy duck, spicy squid and Singapore Udon (oooh, a change !). Evene without TV and internet while we mind Sunnyside, it’s hard to beat.
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