Friday, and we took a punt - with Grandad John at the helm, if that's what it's called - out on the upper river, which is much more relaxed and peaceful than down the backs of the colleges in Cambridge. We paused for Champagne and Twiglets, then again further up the river for a wee picnic, where Holly and I did a bit of exploring and found a hay bale to sit on. Or was it straw? I'm never sure..
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