We loaded up the bags, departing London for Cambridge by bus, bus and train. After 2 buses to get to Kings Cross station (on a Sunday... took forever!) the 50 minute train ride took us to Royston, before another coach service to Cambridge proper (again, it took ages). We stayed in a quaint (read pokey) guest house, a couple of kilometres from the town centre. Dad insisted on walking to the guest house from the station. Mum was unimpressed as the bags were pretty heavy after all the London shopping sprees.
After checking in we headed for town. Here's Dad (pretending to be a lumberjack) in the rail overpass:
Cambridge is famous for its university and its river canals. No wonder. Just look at that ditch!
At least someone seemed to like it ...
(That's the 'it's not a rug it's a poncho' - Dad and I like it, really - and King's College in the background.)
'Punting' has a different meaning in Cambridge. It's not kicking a football or having a wager on the gee gees, but pushing a boat around with a pole. The aim seems to be to ram the other boats.
Interestingly, there's no central university building but lots of colleges that make up Cambridge. The students are sitting exams at the moment, so most of the colleges are closed to the public. Pembroke College was open though. I was so happy I took my dummy out and screamed.
Take that you toffs.
Secondly, not only do they dodge soap, the English aren't too keen on water either. Here I am at the local pool.
Thirdly, the use of sedatives is very popular, even on local road users.
Given the Phenergen debacle, Mum and Dad decided to stock up. Yippee!
Finally ...
... the water tastes really, really bad.
Love Lewis x
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