2 March 2020
Day 6 of the Distancing. I’m getting a couple of hours solid walking into the day, miles from anyone, just enough to stay sane.
But yesterday things went a bit awry as I headed west towards hilly (all relative) Royston but somehow ended up at Wimpole.
Wimpole Hall is the great South Cambridge middle-class day out; £4 sausage rolls, best pashmina contests, sheep petting, University professors in suits and ties walking painstakingly slowly through the gardens.
CAMRA talks about the White Lion in Walsall as a cultural melting pot, and all ages and social classes are to be found at Wimpole, from A to B.
The hall, and farm and (most importantly) cafe have closed, but I’d heard the National Trust were letting you park free and walk the park.
Sounded a good idea.
Unfortunately, it had seemed a good idea to the whole of Shelford, Grantchester and Barton, who had stocked up on avocado and quinoa at Trumpington Waitrose.
At least they could read the sign.
Unfortunately, toddlers on trikes and dogs have more limited reading abilities, and by the time I reached the Hall it was obvious I needed to run to the hills, stopping only at a 2 metre distance to bring you the highlights.
The walk through the garden was one way, except for the folk who won’t be told what to do by authority, and feel it’s their duty to challenge “No Entry” signs. We’re doomed.
The birdsong was only broken by the conversation of the local intellectuals, largely about plans to buy a new freezer but with the occasional gem,
“Received wisdom is the ultimate crucible is school”. Don’t get that in the Sun.
I had the walkway to the folly pretty much to myself.
I reckoned there must have been at least a thousand in, judging by the state of the car park. Good job most Cambridge folk can’t climb hills.
Very lovely, but I was glad to get out before it got even busier. At the exit, “Keep to the left” had been replaced with “Keep to the right”. What can it mean ?
By close, even the parks had been closed to the public, and quite rightly so,. Back to empty Fenland dirt tracks for me, then.