March 2020 Day 3 of The Distancing. As part of my public service responsibility I’ve created a hand-washing guide you can use to the accompaniment of Julia Jacklin‘s paean to avoiding bodily contact. Go to https://washyourlyrics.com/ if you’d rather wash to “Aqualung” or “God Save The Queen” or “Subterranean Homesick Blues“. The blog is just… Continue reading A FAREWELL TO KINGS (HEAD, WILBURTON)
Tag: Fenland pubs
“ARE YOU STILL WANTING THIS PIG, THEN ?” – A LUNCHTIME IN WELNEY
BRAPA was here in the Fens yesterday. His reports will keep you entertained for weeks. In preparation, I popped over the “Six-fingered border” on Tuesday to see how the locals were gearing up for his visit. A couple of stealth jets flew overhead on their way back to RAF Lakenheath, possibly more defence than strictly… Continue reading “ARE YOU STILL WANTING THIS PIG, THEN ?” – A LUNCHTIME IN WELNEY
ANCHORED IN BURWELL
Between trips west, a day off from travelling to help Mrs RM’s foot rehabilitation with a modest walk in west Cambs. Burwell, like my own Waterbeach, is one of those “Fen-edge” villages large enough to have essential like pubs, Chinese takeaways and Droves leading into nowhere, while acting as a decent dormitory for Cambridge. Unlike… Continue reading ANCHORED IN BURWELL
A WHITTLESEA WALK
My 10 mile walk round Whittlesea (*) in the Fens probably wasn’t what I had in mind for retirement on days as sunny as this, but nowhere is without merit, and the Hub would be my last Cambridgeshire pub in the new Beer Guide. More sports bar than pub, 1 other punter, decent-ish Woodfordes. Frankly, it’s… Continue reading A WHITTLESEA WALK
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