(Click for larger view. Path through the backs to Trinity College. I always love to see these trees.)
My talk here at the conference went well this morning, I hear. Can relax now and not worry any more that I have not written it. Really should have gone out and about to enjoy a bit of Cambridge afterwards. But I went and had a nap instead. ‘Cos I’m turning into a boring old man, I suppose. So now its 11:00pm and I’m up and in a college bar sitting with a pint of guinness and a few little bags of salted peanuts. It’s like the good old days, with the added bonus of being able to get a drink on the late side… and wireless. Bliss.
-cvj
[Update: Well, I'll try to blog a bit about what the conference is about while sitting here. But I'm not promising anything, since the table of ten people (on an away-day work retreat) near me has broken out into an intriguing-sounding drinking game (something involving taking turns and incantations including the saying of "I will kiss my little piggy on the..." (then the turn-taker fills in the blank) and so politeness (or, more truthfully, the spirit of adventure and people observing) demands that I might have to give up and join in...]
What a lovely photograph.
Kudos.
And as a quick personal diatribe, I still patiently await the day when gals can walk into random-looking pubs by themselves without looking like complete weirdos/ getting chatted up like none other. Sigh… not like I want to make a habit of it or anything, of course, but everything has its moments.
Beautiful! Never been there… nevertheless I’ve just had this sense of deja vu: you might like this
Excellent! Thanks Bee. Thanks Yvette.
-cvj