August 2024. Yaxley. A long Monday, starting in Eastleigh and with stops at both in-laws on the route back to the Blind Monkey, eight (8) hours on the road. “Find me somewhere to stop, Mrs RM“. She found me Yaxley. Kentish Paul writes of villages in his home county that have evaded his attention. Cambridgeshire’s… Continue reading A SHANDY IN YAXLEY
Tag: Peterborough
THE THIRSTY GIRAFFE
October 2023. Deeping St. James. Two edge-of-Fens highlights for you, either side of Peterborough. I don’t get to take Dad far from home these days, but I did take him to a new garden centre in Chatteris called Seasons. NGCSS 4, I think, for the tremendous cooked breakfast, and model Christmas village, whatever that is.… Continue reading THE THIRSTY GIRAFFE
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
LEAVING TIER 3
Clickbait, of course. There IS no possibility of leaving Tier 3. Sorry, BeerMat, Wickingman, Old Mudgie et al. But I had to return home to Waterbeach to collect some more of Mrs RM’s shoes and power tools this week, which I guess means I was in Tier 2.5 for a day. I took the train,… Continue reading LEAVING TIER 3
“IS A SOUP SUFFICIENT ?” – PUBGOING IN TIER 2
Some thoughts on Gordons; Great Gordons (Warning : Saville at the start) Bad Gordons (Warning : Possibly the worst song you’ll ever hear) Run-of-the-mill Gordons Yes, another Peterborough edge-of-town dining pub. I spoil you, I really do. At 2.30pm I seem to be the only customer, the school children having finished their pints of Stella… Continue reading “IS A SOUP SUFFICIENT ?” – PUBGOING IN TIER 2
CASTOR SUGAR
Having given you the pub, here’s the promised photos of Castor, or Lower Ailsworth as it’ll probably be styled in next year’s GBG. Quite an intriguing bit of OS, in contrast to the flat nothingness west of here towards the Perkins Engines factory. Our entire family have stayed at Ferry Meadows campgrounds at one stage… Continue reading CASTOR SUGAR
COMPLIMENTARY CREAM CRACKERS IN CASTOR
On the way back from Sheffield you have to travel 90 minutes through 4 counties before you arrive at a pub restaurant you’re actually allowed to enter. There might have been a couple in Rutland but 20 minutes researching the posh ones just off the A1 failed to find any details of opening times. Not… Continue reading COMPLIMENTARY CREAM CRACKERS IN CASTOR
GOOD TO BE BACK – EVEN WITHOUT DOOM BAR
This morning I promised I’d be back at the Cuckoo in Alwalton to bring you HOT news from Tier 2. And a few hours later, I was. Oh, wrong entrance. Sheffield Hatter asked about the flaking edifice along the wall. As you can see from the close-up, it’s actually the detail of the micro chip… Continue reading GOOD TO BE BACK – EVEN WITHOUT DOOM BAR
A GOLDEN DAY DAWNS IN ALWALTON
Happy End of Lockdown Day to you. Unless you’re one of those folk in Cornwall (in which case you’ll be manning the barricades at the Tamar) or in Tier 3 who can’t control their primal urges. Tier 3 folk like the good burghers (there’s a pun there somewhere) of Stamford, cruelly lumped in with the… Continue reading A GOLDEN DAY DAWNS IN ALWALTON
SEVEN SAM SMITHS SIZZLERS
Bass pubs are fine, but I know what you’re really after* is some photos of Sir Humphrey’s homages to an Edwardian era. With Dickensian working conditions. There’s been a tiny difficulty capturing the majesty of Sam’s pubs of late. But you can get round the mobile phone ban one way; and I’d like you to… Continue reading SEVEN SAM SMITHS SIZZLERS
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