Just outside of Cambridge is a little village called Grantchester, made famous to many by the Pink Floyd song Grantchester Meadows. A few months ago I paid it a visit!
After I left Worthing and the south coast (way back in early November) I went to Cambridge. It was there that I stayed with my dad’s second cousin for a half score days in order to explore Cambridge and beyond!
About a month ago, I paid a visit to my ‘long lost’ third cousin Richard in the city of Bradford. On the return train back to Leeds (where I was stationed at the time) I hopped off in Shipley in order to investigate the renowned Saltaire Brewery. It did not disappoint.
I am now in York, the city with more pubs than days of the year. As such, I will be remaining here for at least a few months to do some exploring, and to work in a pub! On a related note, it is now the time of year for Winter ales, and since I am in York (a mere 10 miles from Tadcaster) who else would I bump in to than my old friend, the Samuel Smith’s Winter Welcome!
I have returned to Newcastle after a quick trip to Scotland. My first stop was in Edinburgh where I visited my old friend Jamie, explored the city’s crazy alleyways (called closes) and admired the spectacular views!
Yesterday I took the Metro train from Newcastle to North Shields for a stop of sorts on my ancestral home pub crawl. Except I wasn’t visiting a town where my ancestors lived; I was visiting real living relatives, my paternal grandfather’s cousins! I also didn’t stop in a pub, but I did drink some brandy, so I’ll give myself a pass.
This is a story from a pub. Perhaps not a very interesting one, but a story nonetheless.