Oh, on a complete tangent, on my perambulations around deepest, darkest, delightful Bury St Edmunds I happened upon the scene of some personal sporting highlights (see above). It's been upgraded somewhat since that summer evening in 1987, and now boasts a snazzy tartan running track instead of the cinders track upon which I clocked personal best times for the 3000m and 400m. The 3000m I finished in 8 minutes 51 seconds, which was bloody good let me tell you! The 400m took place about half an hour later, hence the rather pedestrian 58.7 seconds. And bugger me, I just realised that those two races happened 26 years ago. Oh dear.
Still on Tangent Street, I imbibed the traditional post sausage-hunting beers in Bury town centre, opposite the corn exchange in The World's Smallest Public House". It's called The Nutshell and is one of the quirkiest places it's possible to visit. There's enough room for maybe a dozen people inside, including the barman, and the toilets are off a tiny hallway up some narrow rickety stairs. In the picture above you may be able to make out the almost-as-famous-as-the-pub-itself mummified cat which hangs from the ceiling, in the company of many, many more strange and varied artefacts. It's a fascinating little place which would make it worthwhile visiting Bury for in itself, and I commend it to you!
The brown-painted part of this facade is the entire frontage of The Nutshell.