That would be Main Court, St Catharine's College. Now you'd seen it in both the light of day and the dark of night, and in mist and snow.This is only the second ever snowfall in my life, and the first comparatively heavy one. (Days later, everybody was asking if I played in the snow, which they did, and to which my pithy reply was, however implausibly, that I was reading.) I met Niklas, a Swede historian, in lecture and he remarked at how surprised he was to experience snow here and not in his native Stockholm, which was a good ten degrees of latitude north of where we are.
King's Parade, and the thoroughfare that passes King's, Trinity and St John's Colleges, arguably the three most attractive colleges in Cambridge.
I've shown you ducks perplexed by the snowfall. This creature is a moorhen, wary and highly suspicious (and positively freezing, I should think) amidst a white blanket of unfamiliarity.Probably has to do with their gait. Ducks waddle, and that doesn't come off very well as a swagger. A moorhen, on the other hand, skulks, very much like an armed farmer sinisterly concealing himself from heedless trespassers. And I would want to go within a mile of these jealously territorial birds if I was no more taller than a foot.
Just a little creek in the Backs, along Queen's Road. The Backs is so named because because it stretches along the rear-sides of Queen's, King's, Clare, Trinity and St John's Colleges.
Only a thin layer on the surface is frozen. Yet one would still freeze if one fell in, and I speak not in the figurative sense.
The King's College Fellows' Garden, looking every bit like a scene out of Siberia.
Those would be my footprints. The very discernable leftward turn in the nearest footprint would be me swinging around to take a photograph.
Empty stalls in Market Square at two in the afternoon when business would normally go on as usual, and an excellent example of how it is possible within the advertising industry for creativity to be perfectly compatible with economy.
Just a little creek in the Backs, along Queen's Road. The Backs is so named because because it stretches along the rear-sides of Queen's, King's, Clare, Trinity and St John's Colleges.Only a thin layer on the surface is frozen. Yet one would still freeze if one fell in, and I speak not in the figurative sense.
The King's College Fellows' Garden, looking every bit like a scene out of Siberia.
Those would be my footprints. The very discernable leftward turn in the nearest footprint would be me swinging around to take a photograph.
Empty stalls in Market Square at two in the afternoon when business would normally go on as usual, and an excellent example of how it is possible within the advertising industry for creativity to be perfectly compatible with economy.
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