Cam and the River
For one reason and another I was in Cambridge for a brief visit. I wasn’t very well at all so Mark said he would drive me which was very kind.
While Boots lived it large in the chair:
Stanley made use of the fire. He would have got much closer if the guard wasn’t up:
On the final day I was feeling a bit better so we went for a walk up the Cam while we waited to pick my father up. It was beautiful. The day was bright and clear. The pictures aren’t great, but you may get the general idea:
I think I was much closer to some people I have been meaning to visit for a while than I thought… so next time I will investigate.