I don’t suppose that I had heard of the micro pub before I saw one in Ely over the weekend. The Drayman’s Son was a small, comfortable place with excellent ciders (we tried Jonagold and Silly Ewe). We’ll have to go back to check more of them, and to try the beers.
The town of Ely, “Ship of the Fens” is a fine little place. You can see the cathedral from miles away owing to the flatness of the surounding land and the elevation of the town. Villages and towns developed on higher ground because much of the Fens, the lower elevations, was under water – until Dutch engineers finished off the job of draining the marshes from 1650 onwards.
Finally, I caught a couple of mannekins at work this week. One looked so lifelike that I thought it was a person. I’ve spent a lot of my life strapped up like this . . .