Punts on the River Cam
Cambridge here we
come! We have had such good luck when catching trains and managed once again to
jag a connection from Salisbury changing at Clapham to Vauxhall and Kings Cross
to Cambridge. Our advice to Paul was don’t ask any questions just keep up and
once you get to your destination it will be a lot easier to explain. The train
to Cambridge was an express and had us rocking into Cambridge in no time. We
are staying at the Earl of Derby in Hills Road about a 25 min walk into the
City. The pub is an oldie and it doesn’t look like the Earl has been to stay
recently. The city is absolutely amazing with all the various colleges. We went
punting on the river Cam which was a very pleasant experience. We saw a person
lose his pole and another one who ended up going for a swim. Not the sort of
water you would want to swallow. Our punter was very entertaining and had us
laughing at all of his stories, most of them practical jokes that had been
played by the students of the colleges. The best story was about a door that
opens into the river. The third year boys placed an exit sign over the top of
it from the inside and then proceeded to set off the fire alarm. Apparently all
of the first year students went to the nearest exit which was the door out to
the river! Everyone rides bikes and you see some amazing sights even the high
heels and tight summer frocks can manage the bike. Another big walk all around
the city before having a meal with the Earl and then into bed.
We spent most of today
following in the footsteps of my ancestors. I had a visit to the Cambridgeshire
Archives where I recorded the dates of births, deaths and marriages for the
Arnolds who migrated to Australia in the early 1800’s. All of the Arnolds lived
and worked in a small village named Newton about 8 miles from Cambridge. Most
of them worked as labourers for the manor and some were listed as servants. The
dates range from the 1600’s to the 1800’s which I think is a very substantial
time for a family to be in one village. A short taxi ride to Thriplow another
village about 1.5 miles from Newton to see where a family connection was before
walking back to Newton. Bloody hot walk. We discovered the church of St
Margaret’s and the Church Warden was very happy that we had visited. I think
Ross was dreading his decision of coming with us. Thinking that the pub The
Queen’s Head would be open to hydrate ourselves we were informed it opened at 6
and it was now 5! Paul found a Sporting club that were happy to have us as day
members for a pound each. A local signed us in and we were happy as Larry. A
very enjoyable afternoon hanging with the locals. Off to the pub for a meal and
Ross is happy he is with us, amazing what a couple of pints of ale can do to
make you cheery. Pub is like a museum really old and really simple food that is
enjoyable. Taxi of £15 back into Cambridge. Ross and Paul off to the Flying Pig
just down the road from the Earl to listen to some local music leaving me to
sit back and relax. Tom is now in Dublin and Jonn off to the Ashes in Trent Bridge
Nottingham with his mate Phil who lives in London. Jonn will be wearing his
blonde mullet wig so look out for him in the crowd on the telly.
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