Cambridge, England - Part II

After your hike up the tower, the sun comes out, and Lucie has the wonderful idea to go punting. This is a favorite Cambridge pasttime, I'm sure they've done it for some few hundred years. Basically, punting involves getting into a flat-bottomed boat and navigating the River Cam using a long pole to push off the bottom, which also acts as a rudder to direct the boat. Lucie shows you how, then you catch on and away you go! You discuss the concept of total freedom from sin, the decision to laugh more often, and the Bridge of Sighs, as you float lazily along the river.

After punting, Lucie has a meeting with her Ph.D. advisor and so you walk around for a bit and visit this cute little circle church which is really old. It's quite nice inside, and in a corner they have set up a video which loops a presentation that talks about the Christian heritage of Cambridge. Apparently a lot of the grounds where the colleges are now was once owned by monasteries, and many colleges themselves were started to train clergymen. The ancient path...

Lucie is done with her meeting, and you spend some time chatting in the house over some tea. People continually come in and out from the church office next door to make some tea, so you meet a few folks. The sun has set, and it's time to wander more.

From here on to Pickerings (I think that was the name) where you enjoy a nice chat over a pint. This is the very pub where C.S. Lewis used to hang with his cronies back when he was tenured at Cambridge. Then on to curry, where you get to meet Gavin, who is currently pursuing Lucie for marriage, and some of their mutual friends.

But this is where you and I part ways. You, I am quite sure, will take some photos of Pickerings, take some photos of the nice restaurant where you ate curry, maybe a few unique artistic shots of the table, and definitely a shot of Gavin and Lucie together, arm in arm. I, on the other, do not do this. I forget all about my digital camera in my pocket and simply eat and drink.

Early, early the next morning you board a train to London, to Gatwick airport, where you fly back home, full of little sleep-bugs and warm, happy feelings from your day in Cambridge.