My photo of the interior of the bridge house came out blurry, which is a pity since the dark wooden floors and the floor plan make for a cozy environment to have a conversation and to watch folks doing their daily shopping. Had I not been wrapped up in a chat about North-versus-South friendliness with this nice couple from Leeds I might have taken another shot at it.
I had a Joseph Holt Bitter and changed my clothes back to the dry set I had worn on the bus out to Great Barford before interjecting myself into the larger discussion about upper respiratory infection treatments between my new friends and the three ladies at the nearby table. My suggestion that chillis were probably the best was met with less skepticism than it probably should have been. I like this place and regret that I had to leave so soon (but the next bus to Cambridge would have put me two more hours later getting home).
