B&Bs and Hotels in Cambridge

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Hostels and Hotels in Cambridge

All B&Bs, Hostel and Hotels welcome to list their property here – one of these areas then please contact us to list your hotel below, free of charge.

Balsham, Bluntisham, Burwell, Cambridge, Duxford, Ely, Great Chesterford, Haverhill, Ickleton, Needingworth, Newmarket, Over, Saffron Walden, Swaffham Bulbeck, Swaffham Prior, West Wratting, Wilburton, Willingham

For UK travelers going abroad, we recommend Tenerife, with feel of the UK yet all the sun of Tenerife. Read an extract below from More Ketchup than Salsa, the story of a English couple who left the UK to set up life in Tenerife. Info on how to buy the book can be found below.

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Below you will find short extracts from More ketchup than Salsa by Joe Cawley – not to be missed.

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After four hours the captain announced our descent. Out of the window the peak of Mount Teide, Tenerife’s sleeping volcano, poked through the cloud cover below. The ethereal vision of our new homeland, obscured by cloud yet signalled by the impressive point of Spain’s highest mountain, added to the apprehension of entering another world, another life even. We touched down, waved our passports at the disinterested customs officials and awaited the arrival of four mismatched suitcases, three borrowed holdalls and a square, plastic flight bag that, nowadays, is usually sported only by those passengers who still insist on travelling in 1970s safari suits with hair severely parted in a cut-along-here-for-lobotomy fashion. We had been happily reunited with half of our baggage, but then cases from another flight began to mingle with ours. The tannoy garbled in Spanish and then repeated the message in equally unintelligible English. Something about hairdryers were not to be used on horses. A rotund German lady with exceptional BO had stolen my view and I leaned a little closer to the conveyor belt. As I did, an overhanging Samsonite rushed from behind the lady and struck me square in the groin, lifting me up slightly and carrying me along for a couple of inches. Now I had tears in my eyes and an intense urge to lie down to contend with, as well as the pungent sumo obstructing my vision.

This was all happening too quickly. I hadn’t come to Tenerife to start employing hit men. I was a bar owner, a taxpayer, a nice guy. I also didn’t want to seem ungrateful to a burly hit man who was standing in my kitchen expecting employment. I thought you worked for Micky?’ I asked. I do,’ he answered, ‘but I do a bit of moonlighting. I’ve got a family to support.’ He suddenly looked alarmed. ‘Don’t tell Micky, though.’ Err course not. How much is it, out of curiosity?’ I asked, not wanting to dismiss him without so much as a whiff of curiosity about his line of work.

School term was about to start in the UK, which meant our first summer was nearing an end. It had been a hard slog for all of us. Nearly four months of performing was beginning to take its toll. It was like being on stage all day, every day. Joy had always wanted to be an actress, but even the busiest stars weren’t expected to keep in character day in, day out for such a lengthy period. There’s something wrong with the figures again,’ she snapped one morning. Michelle and Gary had been working the previous night and Joy had totalled up all the bills that were outstanding. We had left the bar at 10.30 with four tables still eating and a further two still to settle up. Added to that there was a good crowd of drinkers in full flow. ‘The till’s down,’ she announced. This wasn’t particularly unusual as none of us knew how to cancel or correct errors on the till. Are you sure? Have you double checked it?’ I said innocently. Do you think I can’t count?’ she shouted. ‘It’s down! I’ve been through it twice and it’s definitely down. Even if everybody paid the bills that were left and the bar emptied straight away, there should be more money in the till.’