My trips back “home” to check on Mum and Dad are weekly events, so expect some exciting blogging on Cambridge’s famous Doom Bar and John Smiths Smooth outlets over the summer.
Our visit at the weekend coincided with the climax of the fun fair. Note the extensive Covid precautions.
It’s probable Covid is scared off by the soundtrack of David Essex on repeat;
Before the weekend, Emma had NEVER heard “Hold Me Close“; 347 plays later it’s knocked My Chemical Romance off her Spotify playlist.
On Sunday we joined Matt and Emma and the most exciting person left in Waterbeach (she’s from Dortmund) on some field research to see how Cambridge is recovering from the pandemic.
The sun shines on the righteous, and we’d picked a glorious day to admire Cambridge’s gems, including Lloyds Bank,
and the Brew Dog,
and the queue for authentic Fens cuisine on the central market which feels like a slice of Borough these days.
Cambridge was packed (or “rammed”, as Twitter would have it).
And that was without the lovely Japanese and Chinese tourists who make up half the visitors to the city.
Cradling the Feijoda and salt cod I nabbed the last socially distanced perth on the wall outside Kings and waited for the stragglers to catch up.
And I wondered why Matt was loathe to join me on the wall. And then the “Extinction Rebellion” (not an emo-ore band) folk started their play about Attenborough and Johnson and I realised why. Just don’t ask.
It put me off my salt cod, which wasn’t great. The only GREAT food in Cambridgeshire is from a Chinese takeaway five mils north that I really must tell you about someday.
But I’ll forgive the grub; it’s great to see queues back in Cambridge, paricularly for the excellent Adnams at The Mill, where we headed next for our punt, which deserves its own post.
Luckily, I’d pre-booked the punt, so nothing could go wrong, could it ?