On a whim, we decided to observe how Cambridge was observing Lockdown in Cambridge yesterday.
To be honest, I got to the Barton junction on the M11 and couldn’t think of anywhere south I wanted to go, so figured the colleges were worth a look, now most of the pesky students have gone home.
My secret free parking spot on the A603 (cunningly marked with a blue P) allowed Mrs RM and I to walk round the back of the Backs. Look for the red dragon attached on the railings near Wolfson.
The walk takes you past Selwyn and Newnham,
as well as the £ million houses of numerous Geoffs and Marys.
With no lovely Japanese tourists (I miss them), and no May Balls,
the University quarter (also known as the place where learner drivers do their disastrous 3 point turns) is serene. Because we live in Cambridge, we rarely visit the colleges.
This was the scene on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
No punts, just a few canoeists reclaiming the Cam, and a few pubs reclaiming the tourist pound.
Well done The Mill, Brew Dog and Pint Shop, among others. Stand in queue, pay at one window, collect sealed container at the other, drink.
The Mill is a corker, with the best informal beer garden for miles. Mrs RM got her tape measure out to ensure 2m distancing.
Into town past the closed Greene King pubs that would normally be rammed, past the Cambridge flagship of the UK’s largest independent brewery,
While Mrs RM did the hard yards of polishing off pistachio ice cream from Aromi, I joined the queue of Essex families at the makeshift Pint Shop counter.
Now, the Pint Shop has been a rare treat since it brought its polite craft, lovely staff, exaggerated conversations and addictive warm scotch eggs to the market place.
But £6.50 for a litre of Siren’s Cold Blooded Stout ? Mrs RM is worth that, surely ?
Yes, she is. And the scotch egg.
We ate it by the pond, and almost felt normal.