I visited the parents the week after The Completion, as much to make sure the Waterbeach takeaways were surviving as to check up on Mum and Dad. And I popped in to help Sis sell flowers and veg down the field, mainly by keeping out the way. That week after the Queen died, before the… Continue reading I KNOW WHERE THE ESB HAS GONE, SIMON
Tag: The Sun
A PLACE IN THE SUN
I’ve been travelling back “home” to Waterbeach once a week to check up on Mum and Dad, each time seemingly an attempt to avoid being force fed baked potato and cake. They seem OK, considering, and my main task is taking Dad out to a new garden centre to but plants. If he’d started ticking… Continue reading A PLACE IN THE SUN
THE ☀ AND THE ☔
More real time blogging, as I visit Waterbeach as the local team sits on the verge of promotion at half time. I’d probably have been up the Abbey Stadium now, asking the bloke in the Habbin “Who’s that No. 9?” and “What colours are we.” But football is being played without fans, which is #pointless,… Continue reading THE ☀ AND THE ☔
STEW, STEWED*
Two days into Tier 2, and I have a magnificent ZERO new GBG ticks. Whether anyone can beat that is another matter. Duncan isn’t allowed to leave his Paisley patch, and BRAPA is stuck in Tier 2 watching Westerns. At the moment I’m otherwise occupied (details to follow), and though I have to pass through… Continue reading STEW, STEWED*
LOCKDOWN
You left me on Platform 9 at Kings Cross. The National Rail website told me the 15:42 would be packed; it was a third full. By a miracle I managed to leave the train at Waterbeach, otherwise I’d have been back in King’s Lynn wondering where my house had gone. As you can see, I… Continue reading LOCKDOWN
HERE WE GO AGAIN
We are in Lockdown. I know we’re in crisis, what with Man United about to replace Ole with Big Sam and other important stuff, but your prayers for pub tickers are appreciated. Where will we find blog material for the next four weeks ? Well, I’ve just spent a wonderful day walking round That London.… Continue reading HERE WE GO AGAIN
A PROPER HEAD ON THE BEER IN THE SUN
204 pub visits since pubs returned, but only half of those were new GBG ticks. Which is what we call deeply unprofessional in GBG Ticker Land. SEVEN trips to my nearest pub, the inimitable Sun. Well, it is imitable; the Three Horseshoes in Ecton that BRAPA just raved about is pretty much a carbon copy.… Continue reading A PROPER HEAD ON THE BEER IN THE SUN
A GOLDEN WEEK FOR CASK ?
Four days into #ReturnOfPubs and I’ve only left Cambridgeshire once. What’s going on ? Well, it takes Grade II* military planning to determine whether pubs are open, if they need pre-booking (a no-no for me) and whether they will be playing 1980s M.O.R. soundtracks or not. I also want a free campervan spot a mile… Continue reading A GOLDEN WEEK FOR CASK ?
A PLACE IN THE SUN
Suddenly, Waterbeach has come alive. Just like Peter Frampton. ALL our cosmpolitan food vendors are operational in some shape or form, and we even had a food cart over the road from my parents selling Bao Buns this week. My parents stayed put. There was a queue for the buns, and a queue round… Continue reading A PLACE IN THE SUN
WATERBEACH, 8pm
A lot of noise today about how much busier the UK is this week, but I haven’t noticed it here in Waterbeach. I counted all of half a dozen people on my 59:30 minute walk, and none of them were queueing for Beach kebabs. I guess the return of our kebab van after a… Continue reading WATERBEACH, 8pm
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