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anefTook a picnic down to the river yesterday to watch the college bumps. My friend H WINOLJ lives in Fen Ditton, so we went down to the Plough with our picnic baskets and took the punt ferry across to the other bank.
Sat in the sunshine and ate olives and bread and pate, and drank prosecco and pink wine and Pimms. Watched a couple of divisions and then it came on to rain. Of course we all had waterproofs and umbrellas, and A and C had even brought their waterproof trousers (hello English summer!) but we were getting very soggy, so returned to H's to dry off and watch tennis on her TV.
Of course then the sun came out, so A and H and I went back to the Plough and watched the last three divisions. We didn't bother to cross the river again but went and stood at the left hand end of the garden under a willow tree to watch the crews practise their starts as they went up the river. Fit young men in lycra, what's not to like? A explained that he actually preferred fit young women in lycra, but there were some of those as well.
A mother duck and one duckling were trying to cross the river in between boats, a very dangerous undertaking. Every time they set off a boat would nearly crash into them, and they had to scramble back to shore. We speculated unkindly on how many ducklings she had started the day with.
A couple of bumps happened right in front of us, which was very exciting, except that one was the Newnham first boat being bumped again for the third time that week (my old college, boo!). Then back to H's to watch more tennis, and H cooked us a barbeque in her back garden, which was lovely except for the chilly wind.
Summer in Cambridge.
Sat in the sunshine and ate olives and bread and pate, and drank prosecco and pink wine and Pimms. Watched a couple of divisions and then it came on to rain. Of course we all had waterproofs and umbrellas, and A and C had even brought their waterproof trousers (hello English summer!) but we were getting very soggy, so returned to H's to dry off and watch tennis on her TV.
Of course then the sun came out, so A and H and I went back to the Plough and watched the last three divisions. We didn't bother to cross the river again but went and stood at the left hand end of the garden under a willow tree to watch the crews practise their starts as they went up the river. Fit young men in lycra, what's not to like? A explained that he actually preferred fit young women in lycra, but there were some of those as well.
A mother duck and one duckling were trying to cross the river in between boats, a very dangerous undertaking. Every time they set off a boat would nearly crash into them, and they had to scramble back to shore. We speculated unkindly on how many ducklings she had started the day with.
A couple of bumps happened right in front of us, which was very exciting, except that one was the Newnham first boat being bumped again for the third time that week (my old college, boo!). Then back to H's to watch more tennis, and H cooked us a barbeque in her back garden, which was lovely except for the chilly wind.
Summer in Cambridge.
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Date: 2013-06-16 06:34 am (UTC)