Not gonna lie; Lincolnshire is the worst English GBG county for beer quality, perhaps Bedfordshire is a little worse for pub quality as at least Lincs has Grantham and Louth. But my licking of Lincs concludes in the Fens near Greater Boston, a fine place to finish. Last year Wyberton Fen, this year Pinchbeck. Us… Continue reading A PINCHED TICK IN PINCHBECK
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A SECURITY ESCORT TO PYMOOR
There’s 390 souls in Fenland’s Pymoor (meaning : “flies over bog”), and last week they (nearly) all took umbrage at me. That post (here) from early 2018 wasn’t even that rude about a small Fenland village, it was just a reflection on a long publess walk, but 4 years after posting it 202 villagers shared… Continue reading A SECURITY ESCORT TO PYMOOR
GUESS THE PUB BEARS ALL
Life has slowed to a crawl here. I’ll be constructing a blogpost about Mrs RM’s dentistry next, and last night I “saved up” my days highlight – taking the green bin out. Life moves faster in my mystery pub; Public urination ? Has BRAPA been here ? Well yes, I drove him to the town*,… Continue reading GUESS THE PUB BEARS ALL
MY LAST PINT
It’s great to see the vaccine roll-out proceeding at pace. Both our sets of parents will have had both Pfizer jabs by the end of today, allowing them to restart the full range of exciting activities open to octogenarians in Waterbeach and Tunbridge Wells. I haven’t received my Sputnik jab in the post from Sergei… Continue reading MY LAST PINT
ALL ROADS LED TO COVENEY
Don’t ever say you don’t get variety here. The day after pubs returned, the retiredmartin family did Coveney. I have no idea why I picked Coveney, a village of 424 sprawling between Ely and the Wash. Oh, yes I do. Dortmund Annie mentioned she’d been riding diggers out there. Anywhere you go in the Fens,… Continue reading ALL ROADS LED TO COVENEY
COTTENHAM CALLING
This raiding of the archives is fine, but it’s no substitute for the permanent exploration I was doing ’till a month ago. Frankly, much as I miss the pubs, I’d give anything just to walk round a new village near Maidenhead. Preferably one with an open Chinese takeaway, mind. Next door village Cottenham will just have… Continue reading COTTENHAM CALLING
WISBECH – ON THE BRINK
Hope you’re well and enjoying the cleaning. If honest I’m coping better mentally than physically, despite eschewing beer for a month and eating quite well. It’s easy to get very lethargic when you haven’t got work (pub ticking) to go to. My blog visits are down by about a quarter since the Coronavirus lockdown, which… Continue reading WISBECH – ON THE BRINK
GRUMBLES IN GRUNTY FEN
My “Social Distancing” days are falling into a routine already, and I hate routine. Wash hands Make Mrs RM coffee. Wash hands Clean all clothes used yesterday Write blog post Wash hands Make Mrs RM lunch Wash hands Clean house Wash hands Travel a few miles up the A10 and walk for 2 hours Wash… Continue reading GRUMBLES IN GRUNTY FEN
GOING BELOW SEA LEVEL
I’m bored of these BRAPA posts now, so here’s the big run-in, from Coates to Glatton. I doubt many folk have heard of these places. Even in Peterborough CAMRA. All I remembered about the Vine was that I didn’t remember it at all. This is the Before.. And this is what we saw. Had I… Continue reading GOING BELOW SEA LEVEL
LICKING LAWRENCE DALLAGLIO IN LEVERINGTON
Next stop on the Fens Flyer was Leverington, tantalisingly placed two miles out of Wisbech, and thus far too far for BRAPA to walk. I was here a couple of years ago; At the bar Simon discussed the imminent Cloudwater delivery with our old school hosts. Sorry, wrong pic. At 12.30 we were the only… Continue reading LICKING LAWRENCE DALLAGLIO IN LEVERINGTON
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