Cambridge

L is still not in work, so she makes up for the lack of gym sessions recently by packing them in this week. On Tuesday she also cuts our grass. After which the Lad looks totally knackered and he still has dog training to come. Daughter is out twitching again until well past midnight which may well be a euphemism. I will try that one on L.

On Wednesday Rishi Sunak finally announces his own execution. We will be having a General Election on the 4th July.

On Friday morning we arrive at the park gates on Harrow Road to find them locked, yet there are loads of school kids on the other side of it trying to get out and it’s a long way back round to get to the school. We walk the streets instead but wonder how that one got resolved.

L is at PT, three days later than usual as her trainer has been recovering from his competition e.g. getting a decent meal inside him.

Then we head down to Cambridge for the weekend. We spend the first evening in the Royal Standard on Mill Street where their speciality is Greek food which we indulge in.

Parkrun is at Milton Country Park but sadly dogs are not allowed. He joins us for coffee and sausage cobs at the park café afterwards. Then it’s back to hotel to freshen up before a walk into Cambridge. We’re not over impressed with Cambridge. It’s quite scruffy and very trafficky. I’m really surprised that there’s almost no pedestrianisation. It’s not a patch on Norwich.

After our busy morning, L looks like she’s about to faint so we stop for a bacon baguette from a street seller. While we’re stood there a number of people try to sell us a boat trip on the river but we daren’t take a punt on punting with the Lad.

Instead we dive into Heffers bookshop and why not. Then we have coffee by the river at a Greene King pub and then head to another pub, the Geldart, for some hot rocks with chicken and lamb alongside some 6% local stout.

On Sunday morning we find ourselves in a queue for breakfast at the Holiday Inn Express. It’s also not a very good breakfast which is why we don’t do Express usually.

Then we checkout and head to Wandlebury Park for a walk and then Ely. In Ely we visit Cromwell’s House, Ely Cathedral and a rather nice Riverside garden with a band playing on the bandstand. We chill out at a cafe with a puppuccino (and real coffee for us). We conclude that Ely is so much nicer and quieter than Cambridge.

Meanwhile, Derby, described as ‘rundown’ and a ‘dump’, claims the ‘prize’ as the worst UK city for a short break.

(Sunday 26^th May)