November 2025. Cambridge. Never change, King Street. A row of cars competing for penalty charges on one of the parking lanes closest to town. I laughed about it with a lad coming out of the Prince who then said ” **** I forgot to pay“. That new craft bar with its trestle tables won’t win… Continue reading TOWN OR GOWN ? THE CHAMPION OF THE THAMES
Tag: Cambridge Pubs
THE HANDSOME PRINCE, CAMBRIDGE
November 2025. Cambridge. Forgive the dull blog title; I’m just back in Sheffield from Rye (via Waterbeach) and a bit brain dead after the UK’s slowest rail journey, in which the train seems to be subject to weird gravitational pulls either side of Grantham. Mrs RM seemed a bit worried about me as I left… Continue reading THE HANDSOME PRINCE, CAMBRIDGE
A MILD MONDAY IN CAMBRIDGE
Back home in Cambridge for a few days, with ambitions to clear some of those irritating unticked pubs in Essex and London. But Day 1 was a wash-out, literally, as Storm Franklin put paid to ALL trains from Waterbeach to London. Mind, it was worse in Rotherham; Never mind ticks then, I had to get… Continue reading A MILD MONDAY IN CAMBRIDGE
JUST CHAMPION
You left me at 21:30 outside the Champion of the Thames on Cambridge’s once-mighty King Street, hoping I might nab a table and ensure BRAPA could have a pint in the city’s most proper of Proper Pubs, Is there anything more gorgeous than the light from within a Proper Pub ? Someone came out, I… Continue reading JUST CHAMPION
WILL FATHER CHRISTMAS BRING TIER 1 TO SOUTH CAMBS ?
As you’ll know, my favourite website (apart from my own) is MumsNet, where worried mums ask the immortal question. Am I Being Unreasonable…. My advice, owmn, is to tell DD (Dear Daughter) that Christmas is all Roman/Pagan/Victorian nonsense NOW, and save yourself a fortune on presents. While you’re at it, scrap Mother’s Day, Bonfire Night… Continue reading WILL FATHER CHRISTMAS BRING TIER 1 TO SOUTH CAMBS ?
TWO “SUBSTANTIAL MEALS” IN TWO HOURS – IT CAN’T END WELL
“Do you want to take me out for tea ?” said Mrs RM. You’re right, it wasn’t a question. Normally that means “Drive me to the Wrestlers for 2 pints and a Pad Thai“. But it fills up early at the Wrestlers, and football with fans was returning over the road at the Abbey, and… Continue reading TWO “SUBSTANTIAL MEALS” IN TWO HOURS – IT CAN’T END WELL
TOWN AND GOWN
Let’s start the local posts, then (groan). Cambridge, starting at my usual free parking place in Chesterton. What a lovely sky, almost as if the good weather follows me around, eh ? Cambridge seems busier than in the first Lockdown, even though nothing is open. Not even Primark, which I always assumed was the very… Continue reading TOWN AND GOWN
TALES OF NICKED LUNCHES BY THE CAMBRIDGE SIDINGS
Speed blogging, as I’ve only got 29:57 minutes of free WiFi at our Saltash Travelodge. Just enough for these two Cambridge posts. You know how much we love homebrew made in a shed down railway sidings, but Calverley’s make magic beer; one of the blokes used to work for Batham’s. They’ve been spending the summer… Continue reading TALES OF NICKED LUNCHES BY THE CAMBRIDGE SIDINGS
DUCHESSE DE BOURGOGNE
Mrs RM has halved her workload to spend more time with me read Russian novels, so I took her into Cambridge to celebrate her nearly freedom. It’s the first time we’ve been out drinking in Mill Road since a great afternoon with BRAPA which ended with him almost missing his last train and boarding without… Continue reading DUCHESSE DE BOURGOGNE
NEWNHAM – ALL COWS, NO BULL
Back from Southend 1964 to Cambridge 2020, and my daily 59:30 minute walk round the University playing fields of Newnham, Grantchester‘s cheaper but no less proper sister. This was a pleasing walk, not because it’s exciting, but because it’s new. 20 minutes through the rapefields, a view to nothingness but a gorgeous smell and only… Continue reading NEWNHAM – ALL COWS, NO BULL
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