Today we caught the bus to Newmarket. Actually two buses. The second bus was the one that stops twice in every village, turns around, and goes the other way. In total, it took us two and a half hours.

We pretended we were on a Hop On Hop Off bus and by the time we got there we were both ready to hop off!

Newmarket – does the name ring a bell?

We had read the Queen comes to this market town sometimes to see her horses. But, we didn’t see her today.

This town in Suffolk, is supposed to be the biggest horse breeding, horse training, horse racing centre in Britain. There was even a museum about it.

But, we didn’t venture inside. Mick absolutely hates and detests horse racing. And when someone mentions it’s a sport, he goes right off. Sport???? Who for?

So, I found this place while he waited patiently for me, just so I could share it with you.

We found a very interesting Polish restaurant for lunch. We couldn’t believe that at 1pm on a Thursday there was absolutely no one eating in any of the four restaurants we could see within 20m from us. But we were happy with our choice. Checkout the decor.

They’re skins on the rustic chairs, and they’re pretending rocks up the wall. Classic.

Mick chose the huntsman’s pie inside a massive loaf of bread, while I had pea soup and puffs. I love those mini profiteroles – perfect in soup.

A quick explore of the ‘high street’, which happened to be called High Street, was enough for us. When we saw the bus we asked if it was the ‘quick one’, and were told no. So we happily waited 20 minutes and caught the more direct one back to Cambridge. That was a good move.

It wasn’t until we were leaving, this time on the bus that took the more direct route, did we get to see the racing track, and lots of training tracks. It was quite picturesque, but from the bus, the photo isn’t great.

Yesterday, we’d enjoyed a visit from my sister who lives with her husband in Ampthill. Mick made scones for morning tea and we went to the local cafe for lunch. My sister than drove us to St Neots, a place I thought we might visit on the buses. It was a pretty ordinary little town. Nothing like the place where she lives, not like our little village.

Tomorrow we’re off to Cambridge to visit one of its famous museums before catching up with our son.