To Cambridge by train yesterday in the unaccustomed role of dutiful Dad. I am forbidden by the terms on which I conduct this blog (no mentions of family without explicit consent, which in this case has been rudely refused) to say more about how I turned out to be the only person of my generation - and I don't mean 'one of the only', in the ugly and imprecise modern formulation - in a lecture room with 200 (mainly female) teenagers. But I was eventually released and allowed to roam free for the rest of the day.
Which I did! And a really nice, bright afternoon to spend at leisure in this welcoming city. I visited the Roundchurch (admission £1.50 - do it!) built in 1130 by returning Crusaders - the second oldest building in the city (sorry, don't know which one is older). I poked, pryed and wondered, and strolled round college grounds in a not entirely 'compliant with the notices' manner.
And then there was the visit to the antiquarian room at G. David - the most exciting finds in a bookshop since, well, for quite a long while. Details will follow in a separate blog - but it roams from Hone and Cobbett pamphlets, to Bengal revolutionary groups a century ago, and early trade society documents. Gems, the lot of them!
And about the nicest part of the day was heading out of Liverpool Street, cutting alongside London Fields, and making our way through the Lea Valley. Not a part of London I know well, but the view from the railway tracks is well worth the trouble.
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