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, decentish Woodfordes. Frankly, it’s… Continue reading A WHITTLESEA WALK
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