This past Saturday my mate, Claire, and I very spontaneously decided to make a trip to Cambridge: the gorgeous University city in Cambridgeshire County. And by spontaneous I mean I texted her at 11 saying I wanted to either go to the theatre or on a day trip and within an hour I was out the door with train tickets from Kings Cross, London to Cambridge station bought. It usually takes me longer to plan a trip to a coffee shop, so I was very impressed with myself.
After a bit of a public transport issue —damn jubilee tube line and their unpredictable engineering work— and missing our intended train, we finally were able to relax on the train for just over and hour before arriving in Cambridge. This was Claire’s first time outside of London since arriving here 6 months ago, so we were able to marvel at the countryside and rural towns we forgot existed. Finally getting to Cambridge was like stepping into a giant village; the architecture, the people and just the general atmosphere gave off that community feel that you don’t find in London.
Having no real plan we were able to just wander around enjoying the thankfully sunny weather. Stopped into the Fitzwilliam Museum to gaze at the art and artifacts and oohed and aahed at the beautiful University architecture on the campus.
I wish I had taken more pictures, but Cambridge is a surprisingly bustling town. With narrow pavement and plenty of tourists and locals alike, it’s hard to stop and snap a pic without getting in someone’s way. Having arrived shortly after lunch and enjoying a coffee and scone upon arrival, we decided on having a nice pub supper later in the evening before leaving. This proved to be harder than expected. In retrospect we should have booked a table, as in every pub we went into this is what people had already done. We did have a nice pint in a cozy local pub called The Clarendon Arms and had a nice chat with some of the staff, one of who we met later on our train back. You don’t get nice run ins like that in London. In the end we were able to eat, but it wasn’t the pub experience we were hoping for, as it was more on the sleazy side, with drunk old men trying to tell us how terrible London is and decor featuring sexist jokes that weren’t even funny. I mean if you’re going to offend your female patrons, at least make them laugh a tiny bit before they walk out. But we won’t let that colour our experience, Cambridge really is a gorgeous, relaxing place. It’s like a breath of fresh air coming from London. I mean that as an awful cliché but also literally. It was nice not breathing in smog for once.