This month was very good for the progress of the Run Across Britain, if not for the shear number of new miles logged then for the psychological boost brought on by piercing the membranes of Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex, and Hertfordshire thus expanding this at least to more than just a Run Across Cambridgeshire {this is [...]

The Three Horseshoes opens early and, although there is no ale, is an interesting old pub a few meters from the clock tower in Newmarket. I did a morning run from Kentford through horse farms into Gazeley, Ashley, and Cheveley on a warm and humid morning and was refreshed with an ice cold Fosters and [...]

No ales here, but a right friendly welcome.  The garden is mostly concrete and picnic tables, but a couple are under a roof for bad weather. There are two bars (starboard and port from the colour scheme) and a small stage for the frequent musical attractions (the stage doubles as the darts alley) complement a [...]

“[Y'] alright?” asked the old guy near the bar as I entered the 5 Bells; “yeah, thanks…y’alright?” I answered not yet able to swallow the y like locals do.  “Don’t order the Pedigree, mate.  Dave outside has already had to bring two pints back.” So, a Director’s Choice it was to be, thanks for the [...]

Hidden away in the market cloisters in Newmarket you will find this little gem of a bar, The Bushel.  The staff is friendly and attentive, the other customers seem friendly and grounded, and the place is quiet enough to have a chat. They had IPA on the pumps but the other two casks were still [...]

My bad luck at the White Hart got even worse at the Bull, down the street.  Here, the slightly less dickish crowd was piled around the bar waiting for the incompetent bar staff to pull their fingers out.  I got my IPA after a ten minute wait whilst the pubescent bartender chatted up folks he [...]

I haven’t seen a bar so full of assholes since leaving the states and had begun to think such a place didn’t exist.  Arrogant little middle aged middle management fucks strutting around with their stomachs sucked in to impress the evening attired provincial slappers half their age tottering around on far too high heels for [...]

From the outside, the Crown has a great look but inside it is a spartan lager and whisky bar.  Nothing wrong with that and even sort of welcome this afternoon.  Me and my Fosters went to the window to watch the Newmarket High Street traffic and have a look around the pub. The bar was [...]

The Waggon and Horses is a Greene King pub, but a good one (35ml shots are standard instead of the usual 25mL ones you most often find).  There is a giant fireplace, tons of old timber holding the low ceilings up and a lower level to the bar as you go toward the telly to [...]

The Golden Lion is labeled as a Wetherspoons Free House…confusing because when you walk in it is decorated and laid out as a Wetherspoons pub/restaurant always seems to be (with an awful lot of tables for dining, the same carpeting I’ve seen in all of them, packed with people gobbling down the good, cheap eats). [...]