2022 was the year we searched the internet for romantic retreats, barn conversions and country cottages. We booked short breaks in beautiful self-catering accommodation on the outskirts of York, the coast near Whitby and the
Duke House, a beautiful bolthole in the centre of Cambridge
I remember my first overnight stay in Cambridge in 1981. I was lying in a small single bed in a hotel room near the river Cam, staring at the ceiling, listening to my mum and
Catching crabs
On Sunday you may remember I was recalling my rowing days at Cambridge and comparing my failures with my dad’s successes. Jody, who blogs at about last weekend, commented that she had also failed at rowing: too
Shame about the Boat Race
Dad, 1954/5, rowing for Emmanuel I was so disappointed yesterday when Cambridge lost the University Boat Race. I think it affected me rather more usual as I wasn’t able to share the occasion with my
Mum’s Gone to see Spamalot
I booked tickets for Spamalot months ago, blissfuly unaware that February was going to be a month of heartache, ups and downs and a succession of car journeys on the A1. However, ending the month with
Mum’s Gone to Cambridge – Ross Noble and Jack Wills!
Over the years we have always tried to have a Christmas treat at some time over the festive period. Usually it’s a trip to the local panto but occasionally we have had a London trip