Today’s socially distanced walk (I was passed by one wobbly cyclist in 90 minutes) comes from Willingham, the village that makes Waterbeach look sophisticated. You’ll have a complete set of posts on the Fen Edge villages to cut-out-and-keep soon. Willingham is definitely more Fen than edge, even though it does have the micropub with cans… Continue reading WILLINGHAM – ALL FEN, NO EDGE
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“Who wants the world ?” A walk round Somersham and crispy beef will do me fine.
My best day for two months, easy. Despite concerns, gleaned from MumsNet last night, that Somersham’s locals would be standing on the B1050 with pitchforks to keep out visitors, I made it my first trip outside Cambridge since lockdown. 29 minutes on (still) quiet roads to a village of 3,802 souls and no open pubs… Continue reading “Who wants the world ?” A walk round Somersham and crispy beef will do me fine.
A PINTLESS POTTER ROUND PYMOOR
The burst of posts recently may lead you to believe there’s no such thing as a dry day in the retiredmartin house, but don’t be fooled. Three dry days a week minimum, and no drinking bottles at home stronger than Tactical Nuclear Penguin. So here’s a walk in the Sunday sun through the dullest… Continue reading A PINTLESS POTTER ROUND PYMOOR
WISBECH & A FENLAND BEER DESERT
It’s snowdrop time, as you’ve probably noticed, and Dad wanted to buy some to plant. Wisbech in the Cambridgeshire fens is pretty much the centre of the horticultural world, famed for its splendidly old-fashioned plant auctions. The auction rooms were actually a real disappointment, but we had a great time exploring the majesty of the Fens. We took… Continue reading WISBECH & A FENLAND BEER DESERT