Last night’ we hit the bright lights of Spalding, starting the evening with a few pints at the Lincolnshire Poacher, a lively pub heavily oversubscribed with hen parties.
We later adjourned to Indus, a fine Indian restaurant close to the railway station.
The food was good, well priced and the service prompt and polite – so much so that we were rather baffled why the place wasn’t busier on a Saturday night. We waddled out thoroughly stuffed….
This morning, the skies had clouded over and it was pissing it down – no country walks for us today!
Instead, we drove over to check out the delights of Stamford, the hometown of our chum, DJ Sonik.
It’s a pretty town alright, although strangely deserted.
Ye Olde buildings of Stamford
We wandered about the town but were saddened to find the Stamford Museum closed – I’d been looking forward to admiring their reknowned life-size model of the World’s Largest Man.
No matter, we decided to grab some lunch at (ahem) ‘Truly Scrumptious’ – a small, basic cafe/restaurant, clearly much appreciated by Stamford’s eldery citizens. Silver hair was in!
As expected, the veggie choice was slim. Wafer slim, in fact. I ordered a stilton and brocolli bake, but I’m not sure that’s what came out of the kitchen. Whatever it was, it was pretty horrible. Em’s baked potato managed to be entirely devoid of flavour, but Paul’s meat pie apparently oscillated jauntily, if not rocked.
The Meadows in the rain. Lots of it
Later on, we went for a stroll around The Meadows (where the local teen goths hang out) and admired some of the fabulous Jacobean architecture. Stamford is a very pretty place, alright.
Right now, I’m on the train to Kings Cross, quietly fuming after a Herr Diktator in a peaked cap insisted we pay an extra £18 on our tickets because we caught an earlier, empty train. Apparently, catching a different train on a Sunday afternoon is punishable by serious wallet lightening.
The arses.
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It’s always a pleasure to see British railway jobsworthness – a national sport quite like no other – equated with the crimes of Nazi Germany. Ironically, it’s the extensive and efficient German train network that proves far more accommodating to the casual rail enthusiast nowadays – but I’m sure you’d rather remain within the comfortable world of self-defeating stereotypes (and wonder why you find yourself consistently dissatisfied at the end of a day’s travel).
You don’t your comment may be something of an over reaction, lrgend?
I usually enjoy train travel but this fine seemed ridiculous.
Not sure why this eight yr old thread has been dug up, but it doesn’t sound like you were ‘fined’, just made to pay the difference between the fares for the two trains.
Penalty fares, as they are known, are usually much more than £18