ADNAMS MURK STORMS THE CAMBRIDGE CASK CASTLE

Mrs RM has started an assignment flitting between Northampton Council (yes, THAT one) and a Cambridge office.  If only there was even a 3rd World standard road between the two it’d be bearable. Still, she gets to pop in the Rifle Drum when she stays over, so life’s not all bad. I picked her up… Continue reading ADNAMS MURK STORMS THE CAMBRIDGE CASK CASTLE

OUR FORTUNES SWELL IN FORTUNESWELL

  I can’t say I’m surprised how basic the Portland pubs are; neighbouring Weymouth is also a haven for lovers of unreconstructed boozers. Those in Portland seem to rotate their Guide places, so we get a second GBG newbie, and folk saying “Why didn’t you go in the Royal/Britannia/Add Your Choice ?”. Everyone must be… Continue reading OUR FORTUNES SWELL IN FORTUNESWELL

STANDS OPEN THE BLUE BALL, AT TEN TO THREE ?

Sorry, Rupert, No classic poetry is safe when I need a blog title. Having reported from the area in Lincolnshire where national treasure Jeffrey Archer was incarcerated in 2001, here’s his current, rather more attractive abode. That’s Rupert Brooke in the courtyard (see here). All proper Cambridgians make the walk out from Newnham to Grantchester… Continue reading STANDS OPEN THE BLUE BALL, AT TEN TO THREE ?