It’s Fred’s fault. “Please go to Papworth Brewery and its environs tomorrow, and then compose a picto-blog about it.” OK, Fred. (Now you’re a yaga yaga). I’d only been to Earith a year ago, one of our motorhome’s last excursions before Mrs RM replaced it with a sleeker model, a principle I hope she… Continue reading MORE OF THAT DRINKING AT HOME LARK
Tag: Huntingdonshire
WYTON TIME
Day 3 of The Easing, and a third tentative journey into eastern Huntingdonshire. Following Somersham and Boxworth, Wyton is a third village I could pinpoint on a map but tell you nothing about. What jinks ! This is the attractive little bit between Huntingdon and St Ives, two surprisingly workmanlike towns in Cromwell/Major land. Wyton… Continue reading WYTON TIME
PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN EARITH SLUICE
Back home, a day’s rest before we finally charged up the campervan and took it out on an exciting Good Friday trip. Just up the road from Greater Waterbeach, but it’s a start. There’s a website that tells you where you can park your campervan overnight for nothing, as long as you don’t need electricity… Continue reading PRIDE DRINKING WELL IN EARITH SLUICE
“HE WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I LEFT HIM”
On to my final taxi duties with the BRAPA Bladder Bender from 3 November (yes, I’m that far behind) and only right I start with the Gents at the White Hart in Great Staughton. I’ve had the front seat of my Aygo forensically examined and can confirm the great man did make it, just, to… Continue reading “HE WAS ALRIGHT WHEN I LEFT HIM”
LITTLE GRANSDEN’S CHEQUERS – THE GUIDED TOUR
Pub No.2 on the BRAPA bender (for him, not me) was a bit special. Unexpectedly so, despite the Chequers’ 437 years in the Beer Guide, the legendary Fish & Chip Fridays and the announcement of its place in the CAMRA Pub of the Year finals. I’d been a couple of times and thought it was… Continue reading LITTLE GRANSDEN’S CHEQUERS – THE GUIDED TOUR
SEVEN PINTS LATER – BRAPA IN ST. NEOTS Part 1
Ain’t he cute ? Seven pints later, he looked like this; If that doesn’t put you off real ale, nothing will. Now you know the truth. I only give BRAPA lifts so I can plough the rich seam of blog material he leaves us. Not that I looked any more fresh-faced after two diet lemonades… Continue reading SEVEN PINTS LATER – BRAPA IN ST. NEOTS Part 1
THE BRAPA HUNT(S) VOL 1 – THE BROMSWOLD
When I started this blogging lark I never dreamed it would lead me to meet such legends as Mr Protz, Tom Irvin, or Citra, a bloke who casually drops his heart attack into his latest pub review. But the biggest prize of all is the privilege of driving BRAPA and his green pen around rural… Continue reading THE BRAPA HUNT(S) VOL 1 – THE BROMSWOLD
