We finished our vacation with a short day trip to Cambridge, where Will’s aunt and uncle live. (This was two weeks ago today; it seems like a lifetime ago now.) At this point, we were both exhausted (mainly from not sleeping very well on the floor of our friend’s flat, but still, not complaining about the price), and we were having sightseeing fatigue—although everything we were seeing was beautiful, it was starting to take on a sense of sameness.
Still, Cambridge was beautiful, even if it is all about the university (famous alumni include Charles Darwin, Sir Isaac Newton, Stephen Hawking, members of Radiohead, Vladimir Nabokov, A.A. Milne, Nick Hornby, Sir Ian McKellan, Sir Derek Jacobi, Emma Thompson, Stephen Fry, Hugh Laurie, John Cleese, Rachel Weisz, Sasha Baron Cohen). Colleges everywhere.
The River Cam.
Well-educated Cambridge ducks.
The crest at Magdalene College (pronounced Maudlin for some unknown reason, but I was getting used to nothing in Britain being pronounced as it’s spelled), Uncle Quentin’s alma mater. Keep the faith, or alternatively, watch your liver. (In Quentin’s case, it was definitely watch your liver.)
King’s College. I love this photo, it makes the college look even more Gothic.
See, not so impressive in brighter light.
Henry the Fat.
It’s a shame we were so tired at this point and we didn’t enjoy it as much as we could. But as I kept saying throughout the trip, one day we’ll go back.
Our last night in London was spent having dinner at Great Eastern Dining Room in Shoreditch, literally around the corner from our friend’s flat. It was painfully trendy, but the food was excellent.
I miss London now. And Paris. And Dublin. The good mood/relaxed feeling has definitely worn off now. But I guess it’s just time to plan the next vacation (New York City, maybe?) and look forward to that!