April 2025. Braintree. Essex. Yes, that medieval Flemish influenced town was Braintree, yet another reason to visit Essex for you summer holidays now Florida is ruled out. 20 minutes from Stansted, written off by me as one of those dull Essex towns. Unfairly. I mean, you’ll still know you’re in London overflow lane, but the… Continue reading BRAINTREE REDISCOVERED
Tag: The Pub
KINDNESS IN TODMORDEN
Only fair that I continue my journey to Manchester via a quick stop in Todmorden, the sane older brother of Hebden. Where HB assaults you with weird smells and key keg seats, in Tod you get kindness. Plenty to admire on the OS extract, particularly for folk with minds as puerile as Russ. Despite the… Continue reading KINDNESS IN TODMORDEN
OLLY’S LAST PUB
Finally, a pub for Professor Pie-Tin to warm to. We took the bus into the tiny capital of Valletta on Carnival day. In Waterbeach, Mrs RM makes Feast costumes on an animal theme each year. In Valletta, they dress as Dante’s Inferno. And make papier mache models of Freddie Mercury. Valetta itself is a tiny… Continue reading OLLY’S LAST PUB
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