27 June 2017
This part of the college is the house in Cambridge that used to belong to the Darwin family, beginning with one of his sons
Through Grantchester Meadows, which some may recall as the title of a track by Pink Floyd
And to the Green Man pub, below, where the last time I visited it, 39 years ago, the beautiful actress Susannah York was sitting next to me; although there is not much more to tell of that encounter than what I have just told, and anyway my beautiful, and much younger than Susannah, lady was with me so Susannah was just a sideshow.
Then just as I returned to Cambridge a thunderstorm struck so I had to take refuge from the deluge in another pub... for about two hours... It was only just after lunchtime but I felt I had to sample their offerings to justify taking their shelter. Sigh... They sold me Schiehallion beer, which the young English fellow behind the bar thought I might have pronounced wrongly, until I said, "Listen mate I live within sight of the mountain Schiehallion that the beer is named after, and I have climbed it twice, and the beer is brewed not too far south of my house and..." At which point he asked me to educate him about how to pronounce it properly. Teaching job done.
26 June 2017
23 June 2017
Not to play golf but just to enjoy the longer walk via the East bank for a change and sit in the sunshine on the bench outside the clubhouse accompanied only by 500 ml of "triple-hopped strong malt" India Pale Ale, to celebrate the final day of my part-time academic duties, until September. Students are generally fine but a mutual break from each other is healthy, although on my way back into town I did meet two who are scheduled to encounter my particular brand of teaching for the first time in September. During a brief exchange I informed them to expect to be going "up a level" from what they had just completed, but then told them not to worry. I am not sure they were convinced, and were perhaps concerned by the reek of triple-hopped beer. I may need to work on my pastoral reassurance skills and professional demeanour. We got a fine day.
22 June 2017
19 June 2017
18 June 2017
17 June 2017
14 June 2017
In ancient days used for burning people who were not really witches, military archery practice, and where in 1652 Oliver Cromwell commissioned a fortified citadel be built for his troops. Nowadays it is the peaceful parkland I walk through to return to my car after golf. A small audience of readers also know it as being traversed by the road where a Lady Lord met her unfortunate demise in the not yet prize-winning novel Sample 717. Two rather oddly dressed beings known as Adrig and Edrig have been reputed to converse in unintelligible squeaky noises here as well. A fine place.
13 June 2017
7 June 2017
The dog sits happily on her man's lap while he reads right through the newspaper and enjoys his coffee. She wags her tail steadily, but faster for regular customers, as she watches each person arrive and each person leave. Everyone and everything gets careful examination. She looks over at me from time to time, thinking "Him again," perhaps, or perhaps not; but it is a scene of peace and mutual contentment as the life of the city swirls around and comes and goes.
6 June 2017
My son sends us further photos of his discoveries, following on from this earlier one, and a couple of fine views of the location and himself. He has had a good trip to England's "Jurassic Coast". He says the third photo is at "Maiden Castle, largest iron age hill fort in Europe"
Photos courtesy of David Scott
This place recently seems to be veering toward becoming a beer review blog, but I like the images of everyday life within pubs, even though beer for me is not literally an "every day" event and is only ever one pint a day - well or on Sunday was two 330 ml bottles which is admittedly slightly over one pint. Anyway, I can report from today's research that Belhaven Black Scottish Stout is a perfectly acceptable beverage, but probably not one I would go to again, unless in a crisis, given the availability of plenty somewhat superior brews. I know that you needed to know that, or at least "Sean Jeating" did, probably.
4 June 2017
According to Professor Wikipedia "Porter is a dark style of beer developed in London from well-hopped beers made from brown malt. The name was first recorded in the 18th century, and is thought to come from its popularity with street and river porters." I am becoming very keen on porters. Today's came from California, were consumed in Musselburgh, then metabolised on a walk to Portobello.
3 June 2017
My son is currently fossil hunting near Lyme Regis. He cracked open a rock and found this fossil when a curved shell-like portion fell cleanly away. Imprinted evidence of ancient life. I don't know what it is, but it is nice.
Plenty ammonite fossils around too:
Photos courtesy of David Scott