Something was familiar about the Emperer but I couldn’t put my finger on it until I was ready to leave and stopped by the toilets to evacuate…it USED to be the Globe Ale House.  I had many steaks in here at lunchtime when I worked around the corner, but the new paint, the pleasant music [...]

The Nags Head is no longer a pub but it seems to have been one in the past.  I realised the following morning on my way to Cambridge that the restaurant must be separate from the hotel area and that I probably could have gotten my drink down there.  However, assuming that the hotel dining [...]

Back in St Neots at 7:15, I wanted to catch Eastenders but was starved having survived my trip and a 10 mile run on three cookies and two cups of coffee (breakfast) and four pints spread out over the trip and the run.  Nearly back to the hotel I spotted lights that could only be [...]

I found my way to the Anchor with the help of a stranger.  Entering the big one-roomed house I immediately drew attention (not a lot of runners in this watering hole) but my choice of beer must have been good as I was soon left to enjoy it in silence. That choice was a Caledonian [...]

I checked into my hotel in St Neots and caught up on some work for an hour then changed clothes and headed out intending to run the path along the River Great Ouze, but got lost as is so often the case.  I turned up a half hour later in the village of Hail Weston [...]

Five minutes into a run up a moderate hill and I wasn’t sure if I was lost or not but I was sure a beer would not go unwelcomed and popped into the Waggon and Horses.  A cookery show was on the tele and I asked the landlord what was going on in the program; [...]

More mud and unmelted snow–unmelted because it was fucking cold–blighted the run from Witchford to Witcham on Sunday but all was righted by a big bowl of warm pork scratchings and a pint of Oakham Tera at the White Horse. The place was packed and even more were arriving behind me and each of them [...]

A longish run from Histon to Rampton (where the Black Horse wasn’t open for a few more hours…shit!) and on to Cottenham (where the Waggon and Horses would open in another 20 minutes but it was too cold to wait outside with wet feet and only a few miles to close the loop…shit!) and on [...]

I claimed at some point in the blog’s history that I would not enter a chain pub…like All-Bar-One or The Snug.  Okay, fine.  It was the end of a long and stressful moving week for the lab and I made such a scene at the Panton (fuck the Panton) last time that we had to [...]

“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 [...]