Cambridge

We had a bit over 3 hours to drive today to Cambridge so we set the alarm for 7 am and were on the road before 8.30 because we were expecting heavy traffic being the Monday of a holiday weekend. We got off to a bad start missing the onramp to the expressway that would take us back to the A1. But after a couple of roundabouts and a few kilometres we got back to where we started from and got onto the right road. I was thinking seriously about a coffee stop already. The rest of the drive to Cambridge was pretty easy with 3 lanes each on the A1. We stopped for a coffee at a service area and then found our way to a Park and Ride that had motorhome parking. At that point things lost their shape a bit. There was a double decker bus ready to leave for Cambridge and a queue of at least 150 people waiting for the next bus which was 20 minutes away. We abandoned that plan and went back to the motorhome for a bite of lunch and to find plan B. By the time we finished lunch it was getting close to 1 pm which is the check-in time at most of the camps in the UK so we decided to find our way to the camp. We were third in line to check in at 1 pm and found a nice site before summoning up an Uber to get into Cambridge. By the time we were wandering up to the camp entrance to catch our Uber there were at least 10 motorhomes and caravans queued up to check in.
Cambridge was full of people enjoying their Bank Holiday and the start of school holidays. We wandered around the old town checking out the historic buildings and the river where people were being relieved of large amounts of cash for a 20 minute punt on the river Cam. There was also an island with pedestrian access on which resided some quite large and mainly docile Hereford cattle. I got the impression though that they, like me, were not enjoying all the people around.
After a couple of hours of ticking off things to see we landed in a cafe which served the best scones and tea we had found in the UK. We were also able to solve the question of whether to jam or cream first. The simple answer is where the cream is clotted cream, which is like butter, then that goes first because it is harder than the jam. Whipped cream obviously goes on top.
After solving the riddle that has perplexed mankind since flour was discovered we caught another Uber back to our camp.
As luck would have it there was at long last a pub just a very short walk from our camp and so having eaten everything else in the motorhome we proceeded to the pub for dinner.Читать далее