Thoughts and ramblings of an ex-Londoner in Cambridge.
Day two started with the noise in the street, which was annnoying. It led to a shower, which was not. Coffee was found externally, which was good and we set out. The weather was warm, the people were (reasonably) friendly and the museum fees were, as expected, extortionate.
(more…)Please be aware there will be mention of alcohol later in this post, though not extensive. Should that be a problem, I suggest care while reading.
We left a rainy home at about nine in the morning. Well, to be fair the rain had stopped so we didn’t have to lug cases in the wet, but it was still in the air and well, hot and muggy. Luck held though as the taxi met the train with about three minutes to spare and we were aboard before the rain came back.
(more…)Well, it’s that time of year again when we plan a trip abroad. This year, it’ll be Bruxelles and Köln by Eurostar. It might be the last time we get to visit Europe before the insanity of Brexit gets in the way and causes problems for everyone. I should say we’re lucky for the delays, or else there might already be visa checks and other such nonsense.
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After day 3 was cut short due to feet, it was hardly in doubt that day 4 would be any different. We slept in late and once up and dressed, we packed the remains of our stuff and checked out. The hotel has a place we could stash our luggage until it was time to go to the airport, and so… (more…)
After the first couple of days, Monday was always going to be a rest day with just a few short trips scheduled. It turned out to be even moreso than expected due to my dodgy feet and unfit, overweight self. (more…)