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To torment the people who really ought to visit by elaborating on the idyllic life here, and at the same time perpetuate the sense of relief in those who have escaped, I offer some photographs of Cambridge in the autumn. Our local version of a traffic jam (and oh, that girl has very poor punting form - you are supposed to stand on the end, not down in the hull): ![]() People who know my stateside self might be surprised to hear I spend most of my time communing with the wildlife, and by that I do not mean people who dwell in gay bars: ![]() The most entertaining part of my daily routine is wandering through the countryside - these are the famous Grantchester Meadows (you'll have to imagine the squelching): ![]() This is the main route from Jesus Green, where they used to burn people, to Midsummer Common, which is a plague pit, both now mostly featuring rugby games and couples making out: ![]() share: facebook|stumbleupon|twitter
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