Back home on Thursday, to check my Dad’s remote controls are working and admire my Sisters burgeoning development on a field near the train line. Some greats pics on her instagram. Sis sent me a link to a Facebook page chronicling the many pubs of our village (copyright Andy Badley). Great work from Andy. As… Continue reading A NEW PUB FOR WATERBEACH !
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
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 ☔
The move north just before Christmas was probably the biggest decision I’ve ever made, second only to choosing Crispy Shredded Beef over Crispy Chicken at Chung Hwa. “There’s nothing for you here” said Dad, ominously, and I took that as permission to finally leave the Flatland for the North. But I have endeavoured to get… Continue reading BACK TO THE ‘BEACH
Last night we said farewell to Waterbeach, after 20 flat years, and headed to Walkley in Sheffield. I’d like to say it was a fond Farewell, but Tier 2 doesn’t allow you to pop in the Sun for a swift 2 pints, so the Chung Wa had to do. Britain’s finest Chinese. Here’s proof we… Continue reading HIT THE NORTH
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*
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
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
There’s been a lot of concern about the number of people returning to pubs. often highlighting the concerns of the vulnerable and the perception that pubs aren’t as enjoyable as they were. Now, Pollyanna is my middle name (it’s not. It’s Polly). I reckon 2020 is the golden year for music, that our country… Continue reading THE BREWERY TAP
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 ?