I went out for 11 miles of back roads and mud trails Sunday afternoon and added 3 more pubs to the crawl (3 short of 300 now).  I’ll be moving away from East Anglia soon and it started to hit me along the way.  It also brought up memories of past homes and the runs [...]

“There is a house in Eyes-El-Ham They call the Rising Sun. It’s been the ruin of many a fen jogger and Lord, I know, I’m one.” Actually, the Rising Sun is a remarkably friendly gaff with a real family atmosphere and decent prices for the beer.  The only other house I have visited in Isleham [...]

After reaching Mildenhall I got a bit muddy running along the river path to West Row and was eager to get back to Isleham for a well deserved beer when the Jude’s Ferry appeared before me as if to ask, “why wait?” The sun was trying to appear from behing the clouds but it was [...]

This is a small bar and the emphasis seems to be on food.  The bartender (who I assume is the manager/landlord) didn’t seem especially friendly, which is more or less what I was hoping for, and the two large tables of diners only briefly seemed shocked when I burst in all sweat and dishevelment.  I [...]

We made a trip to Oxfordshire looking for a rental property as my job is changing shortly from University of Cambridge to University of Oxford.  We needed overnight accommodation and, as usual, I found a great bargain on the net.  Normally  £159 per night we got in for less than 40p on the £ at [...]

I got lost and did a couple extra miles on the run from Six Mile Bottom and was happy to spot the Baker’s Arms, one of the two remaining Fulbourn pubs I have been trying to hit.  Not really a special atmosphere, just a bunch of guys hanging out after work on a Friday.  The [...]

If there was ever a pub to take an acquaintance from PETA (of which I have none) it would be the Green Man in Six Mile Bottom.  There is more animal carnage represented within arms length of anywhere you sit in this pub than in any of their worst nightmares.  Here’s a wall: Note that [...]

update 23 January 2010:  sadly, I only now noticed Wangford, Suffolk as a location…this really would have fit in well ———————————– With only four more weeks in Cambridgeshire I have to choose my running routes wisely.  And what wiseguy would pass up a chance to run through a town called “Six Mile Bottom” when it [...]

The rain was torrential and the snow melt had more than saturated the fields. The temperature was hovering around freezing and the wind was gusting to 30 mph. Six miles of running and I had more than two more to go to get back to the office, but it was lunchtime and the Travelers Rest [...]

One year ago today we arrived at Heathrow with two kitties, about two weeks worth of clothing, a highly skilled migrant work permit, and a lease on a farm house built in the Fens at about the same time as the first English debtors were being dumped off in the malarial swamps that would become [...]