One should always wear their education lightly. Status-signalling is ugly work. No one wins friends with heavy-handed references to their advanced intellect. And never forget: it is more gracious to show than tell. Anyway, this week Beer and Sandwiches is about a tiny little pub easily accessed from the back gate of Peterhouse college, Cambridge – one frequented for no particular reason by undergrads otherwise immersed in history or the classics.
Milling about
Inside, the Mill is dark, warreny and mothballed, and one always suspects a sinister academic to be lurking behind the corner with a knife. No, you must get out of there fast. Take your pint – plastic cup, sorry – and sit on the bridge that connects the River Cam to the Mill Pond, or loll about on the grass, Brideshead-ly. In the summer months you will have to share the real estate with grazing cattle, but they are usually magnanimous in disposition.
Don’t mind the view
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