A bit of Cambridge

The first time I ever came to the UK, I went to Cambridge. It was six years ago (Jee I’m old). My #MuddyShoes started there on the top level of a double-decker. It was a lovely couple of days - sunny end of April.

Today I finally went back there with my parents. End of March and quite cold and rainy, but nonetheless beautiful. The river Cam. The old buildings. The students and the academics. The streets and the pubs. Not much has changed in six years. Not much has changed since P. D. James’s detective Cordelia was there. Not much has changed since Virginia Woolf was there.