Cambridge

On Sunday Jacks and myself caught the train up to Cambridge to have a look around and to see if there was any substance to the dream I'd had a few nights earlier, regarding me and an honorary doctorate.

We walked around town for a while, through the various colleges and into the splendidly ornate Kings Chapel. Our feet then took us out of town, beside the Cam (river) for a bit, through some lush countryside and into the thatched village of Grantchester, a few kilometres away.

Cambridge is a pretty impressive spot indeed. On a cold evening, if you squint and concentrate really hard, you can see a haze rising over the town. Many have studied and presented theories on the origins and nature of this phenomenon but for me it was fairly obvious. It's clearly the steam rising from the brows of the locals engaged in all sorts of intensely brain stimulating activities.