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

WATERBEACH CONTEMPLATES THE HEAD ON THE BEER

  It’s a shame the Southworths missed the chance to visit my local on their visit last year. When they, inevitably come back they’ll find Waterbeach a beery boom town village. Not only is The Sun deservedly back in the Guide and selling “interesting” beer, the Brewery Tap was serving Landlord this week, the White… Continue reading WATERBEACH CONTEMPLATES THE HEAD ON THE BEER

PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN EARITH SLUICE

Back home, a day’s rest before we finally charged up the campervan and took it out on an exciting Good Friday trip. Just up the road from Greater Waterbeach, but it’s a start. There’s a website that tells you where you can park your campervan overnight for nothing, as long as you don’t need electricity… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN EARITH SLUICE

COCONUTS

  A short diversion from chronology, though I only now need to bring you up to date with my “Birthday Bonanza” in Cumbria and Manchester, which will probably only take me three weeks with a bit of discipline. Having failed to make it to the Ruislip micro pub on Christmas Day due to the in-laws… Continue reading COCONUTS

A BLUE CHRISTMAS (WITH GREEN MARKER) ON MILL ROAD

Back at Taylor Towers we let BRAPA score our tea-making and showed him the plaque commemorating his previous visit. Being a nice chap he’d bought me a present that I unwrapped immediately, being anti-Christmas. Wow.  Bass ashtray and beer mat.  Stolen from Bridlington, no doubt. Mrs RM told work to “Do one” for the afternoon… Continue reading A BLUE CHRISTMAS (WITH GREEN MARKER) ON MILL ROAD

MILTON, MINOTAURS AND MASTERMIND

One of my favourite reads is Paul Bailey’s Beer Blog, mainly because he gives us so much context to his pub visits we get a real insight into his family dynamics. I particularly enjoy the posts about his foreign trips with his son Matthew (a charming lad) and Paul’s determined (doomed ?) efforts to convert… Continue reading MILTON, MINOTAURS AND MASTERMIND

“HE WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I LEFT HIM”

On to my final taxi duties with the BRAPA Bladder Bender from 3 November (yes, I’m that far behind) and only right I start with the Gents at the White Hart in Great Staughton. I’ve had the front seat of my Aygo forensically examined and can confirm the great man did make it, just, to… Continue reading “HE WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I LEFT HIM”