Cambridge

I've been trying to visit Cambridge for two months. Andrew's availability and good weather kept postponing the trip. Last weekend it looked like it was all coming together. I checked the weather forecast daily. Initially it was partly sunny. This deterioted to mostly cloudy and the day before the trip light rain was forecast. I took the decision to press on and it turned out to be a good choice.

We were joined by Rebeca, a Cambridge resident and friend of Andrew. She helped us find our way around quickly. When I think Cambridge, I also think compact, cathedrals and colleges. All the tourist attractions are clustered so we were able 'to do' Cambridge in two hours. Granted a very cursory 'do'. The architecture is phenomenal and the city has a 'nice feel' about it. There were hordes of summer tourists.

Punting is a must at Cambridge. The scene on the river was riotous. There were so many punts going every which way that it was like being in a dodge 'em or bumper car. Our punter was a taciturn young man. Dick tried unsuccessfully to draw him out. He was skilled enough to navigate us up and down without mishap, which in this instance was the more important. Also we were close enough to other loud prattling punters to get the gist of the spiel.