Having helped uitlander pack her car, kharin and I set off for a day in Cambridge yesterday. It was all going so well until we got there. Having found that Grange Road was double-yellow lines and aggressive traffic-calming measures all the way down, and that the Backs was all fully parked, I decided I'd loop round and try one of the side-streets off Grange Road which looked promising. Except that I encountered a roundabout unexpectedly and found myself turning left, and heading in the other direction round the ring road. OK, I thought, Plan B was to aim for a multi-storey car park there, which we found without problem, but getting into an available space proved more challenging in anything larger than a Smart car. I got my car into a space, but then I couldn't open the driver's door. In fact I was so close up against a concrete pillar that it was going to take a 97-point-turn to get the car out - and then - the perhaps inevitable sound of metal scraping on concrete, like the bass version of nails on a blackboard.
That moment of madness aside, we had a good day. Many of the Colleges frustratingly had signs up indicating that they were open "daily", but at said hour, they also had a sign saying "College Closed". We saw some bits and pieces, including the new clock at Corpus Christi; I salved my Third Reich Architecture fetish by detouring to see the University Library, before meeting kharin in the Fitzwilliam Museum. Serendipitously I bumped into altariel and mraltariel on my way there, thus proving uitlander's conjection that there are only 200 people in the known world.
Our evening was spent sipping a pint of real ale in a pub with some striking similarities to the Hobgoblin in Reading, before moving on for a tasty Indian meal. As is traditional, everyone ordered far too much to eat. We escaped early, but arrived home just in time not to turn into pumpkins.