Plumbing the heights, or depths, of rural Cambs for you now. From Longmeadow to Lode, and round the bounds of Swaffham Bulbeck. You could have made it back across the Fens to Waterbeach in time for tea, but where’s the fun in that ? I asked James what I should call this… Continue reading OH HECK, IT’S SWAFFHAM BULBECK
CORBY – LITTLE SCOTLAND
So, football is back, though sadly without the technology to tell you whether the ball has crossed the line. It’ll be a while before you see games like Corby v Trafford though. I was only in Trafford on Monday, of course, so I can appreciate the beauty of the M60/M6/A50/A14/A427 (ENOUGH !) route taken… Continue reading CORBY – LITTLE SCOTLAND
BUT QUY ?
More reports from the tourist honeypots of South Cambridgeshire, which is surely at the top of your list for a UK holiday after 4 July. Look how exciting the OS extract is, filling the space between A14, Horningsea Garden Centre and Anglesey Abbey. But Quy would you come here ?* In the 50s, for nudist… Continue reading BUT QUY ?
BREWDOG – THE MURK OF KING’S (COLLEGE)
Tuesday evening. The clouds cleared, and Mrs RM graced me with her presence on a walk round dead Cambridge pubs. We stopped at the cash point at the magnificent Lloyds, but I’m STILL using the cash I took out on 13th March. QUIZ – What’s the WORST name this “pub” has been saddled with; Cambridge… Continue reading BREWDOG – THE MURK OF KING’S (COLLEGE)
ENFIELD CHASE (THE AMATEUR CUP)
Yesterday I promised you a rational considered view of Enfield, plucky (Spoiler) runner-up to Crook in that magical year of 1964. Since I gave you the pub highlights from Crook, I’ve had a go at winning a “Trip to Tokyo ’64” but sadly I couldn’t find the 3d. to accompany the entry. The footage from… Continue reading ENFIELD CHASE (THE AMATEUR CUP)
ROTHWELL IS GOLDEN
We left Ordsall at 17:30, just as our free parking expired, debating whether a tubby United fan could possibly make it from the park to the ground and back in 4 hours with a pint of IPA in the Matchstick Man on the way. Google Maps said to take the A56 home, so we… Continue reading ROTHWELL IS GOLDEN
19 IN ORDSALL
Back to birthdays, as Matt reaches the age immortalised by Paul Hardcastle in 1985. “19” was about Vietnam; Matt has only to contend with the fine burghers of Ordsall temporarily deprived their Holt pubs. Mrs RM was busy, probably queueing for Primark, so I took James up to meet his brother in Ordsall Park. 2:55… Continue reading 19 IN ORDSALL
CROOK v ENFIELD – THE PUB REMATCH
A two-parter today. Curb your enthusiasm. Our next programme takes us back to that golden year of 1964, when retiredmartin was given to the world (22 December, make a note). The Amateur Cup was the FA Cup for teams paid in legs of lambs and fags rather than cash money. Supporters of amateur teams had… Continue reading CROOK v ENFIELD – THE PUB REMATCH
A LODE OFF MY MIND
More polite walks with a closed pub at the end, though this one is sort of open. Look how close to home I am ! You can walk to Lode from mine through the Fens, though be careful of the naturist pool (and Mrs RM, of course). I started from just off the A14 at Quy,… Continue reading A LODE OFF MY MIND
LET’S CELEBRATE…….INVERNESS
James has been back a day and isn’t missing Sheffield. Yet. I asked him for some ideas for bloggable day trips we could do. “Isle of Man ?” They don’t want us, the meanies. “John O’ Groats ?”. Let’s see…. Not sure it’s even allowed under Nicola’s rules, which is a shame as I’ve never… Continue reading LET’S CELEBRATE…….INVERNESS
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