Yes, pubs MUST re-open on 2 December (somewhere, anywhere) or you face many more posts like this one. Yes, I’m scraping the Cambridgeshire village barrel now, but at least Grantchester has picturesque (albeit closed) pubs. It still gets the undergrads walking out along the Cam to admire a village seemingly untroubled by the temporary loss… Continue reading GRANTCHESTER AND THE ARCMINUTE MICROKELVIN IMAGER
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
Just to prove I do occasionally read your comments on here, this post follows a recent suggestion from the mysterious hedgenerd about Draught Bass in Grantchester. To be fair, I’d want to remain mysterious if I lived in Grantchester or Trumpington. “I just had a nice pint (two actually) of Bass at the Green Man… Continue reading A BASS FOR “MR BRIGHTSIDE” OUTSIDE THE ARCHERS
Sorry, Rupert, No classic poetry is safe when I need a blog title. Having reported from the area in Lincolnshire where national treasure Jeffrey Archer was incarcerated in 2001, here’s his current, rather more attractive abode. That’s Rupert Brooke in the courtyard (see here). All proper Cambridgians make the walk out from Newnham to Grantchester… Continue reading STANDS OPEN THE BLUE BALL, AT TEN TO THREE ?