November 2025. Ely. Two hours to kill in a freezing Ely before the 3 hours back to Sheffield, with all the pubs that would have offered warmth and comfort packed with a Christmas market crowd. Celebrating Christmas ! On the Cathedral grounds, too. Cromwell, latterly of this parish, would turn in his grave, if we… Continue reading NO WAKE AT THE HEREWARD FOR THE REV
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WHEN A CARLSBERG WILL HAVE TO DO
November 2025. Ely. A late lunch in Ely before the cheapest rail fare back to Sheffield (Again. And repeat). It’s a good job the trains are always late; Delay Repay is my main source of income these days. Ely is bustling on Saturday afternoon, but visitors aren’t here for the quaint streets and the Cromwell… Continue reading WHEN A CARLSBERG WILL HAVE TO DO
PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN MILTON’S ELGOODS PUB
June 2025. Milton. Cambridgeshire. Back from Newcastle, straight back down to see Dad in Waterbeach, where Chung Hwa has cruelly started closing on Monday. Bloomin’ micro Chinese takeaways. So a mile south to Milton, then. The dual joys of Jaws chippy and Unicorn House have supplied Milton since before I lived there from ’87-’89 (my… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN MILTON’S ELGOODS PUB
LAST ORDERS IN THE ELY LAMB
April 2025. Ely. “Have you been there ?” asks Mrs RM as we pass Ely’s top hotel on the walk down hill back to the campervan. And I have to confess that I haven’t, but I really want to. I’d popped my head in the Lamb a fortnight earlier on the search for the Abbot… Continue reading LAST ORDERS IN THE ELY LAMB
…AND A FRENETIC NIGHT IN ELY
April 2025. Ely. Blimey, out after 9pm, not been so close to last orders in ages. “Where now ?” asks Mrs RM. The two lovely young folk behind the bar at the Fountain had given their own unique perspective on the pubs of Ely, but despite warning us off the Kings Arms (Craft Union, scuzzy)… Continue reading …AND A FRENETIC NIGHT IN ELY
A QUIET SATURDAY NIGHT IN ELY…
April 2025. Ely. It’s two nights a week in Cambridge to chat to Dad about grandsons and VE Day (today’s topics) in his care home, so I might yet get enough blog material to do one of those “Town Pub Guides” that I sort of promised at the start of the year (but have been… Continue reading A QUIET SATURDAY NIGHT IN ELY…
A SEARCH FOR ABBOT IN ELY
April 2025. Ely. Weekly trips down to Waterbeach to see Dad in his care home, finding a cosy place to park up the campervan and give Tumble, Ginger Tom and Buzzy Bee a break from the monotony of Sheffield life. Buzzy Bee had spent (we think) two decades hidden in the back of Mum’s cupboard… Continue reading A SEARCH FOR ABBOT IN ELY
THE BIG FAMILY GET-TOGETHER BEFORE THE FUNERAL
February 2025. Waterbeach. Three things are certain in life. Death, Paul Mudge resisting craft beer, and the indestructability of Retired Martin’s Aygo. Three years after gifting it to my brother-in-law after passing 210,000 miles (in 6 years) he just sold it for scrap, “We Buy Any Car” laughing in his face, it just turned up… Continue reading THE BIG FAMILY GET-TOGETHER BEFORE THE FUNERAL
THE DRAYMAN’S SON GETS THE CASK RIGHT
January 2025. Ely. The paper trail gets relentless now; driving from Sheffield to a Cambridge funeral director to deliver a green slip of paper because (“that’s how it works“), then a train to Ely to spend two hours with banks and building societies being asked to fill out forms in pen. Death is a paper… Continue reading THE DRAYMAN’S SON GETS THE CASK RIGHT
CAMBRIDGE CONTRASTS. FROM THE PINT SHOP TO THE REGAL
January 2025. Cambridge. So, I failed to buy a funeral suit in Cambridge. Do I need one, anyway ? That Bass Star t-shirt is fine, surely ? Instead, I drift to the market place and the Pint Shop, drawn by the certainty that a post with a £17 pint is always a winner with my… Continue reading CAMBRIDGE CONTRASTS. FROM THE PINT SHOP TO THE REGAL
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