The Milton Arms, Cambridge

After cycling the 30 odd miles to and from Hemingford to watch the Regatta on this balmy afternoon, I really have no desire to cook so I have dinner at what is technically my Local (in this case my closest pub, rather than the closest pub I go in most often), The Milton Arms. It's okay, but is nothing special and the two roasts for £10, in this case both beef, hits the hunger spot for Her and I with the minimum of fuss. She passes comment that she has had worst in better places and I agree; this is Cambridge after all...