Punting in Cambridge was more of a perve than a historical tour. Lucky it was a hot day for more reasons than one.
Eye candy aside, it was blissful floating (and occasionally bumping other punts) along the river, passing magnificent buildings and gardens.
Afterwards I hung out at my girlfriend's and jumped on her kids' trampoline. Have'nt been on one of those for ages. Compared to the netted and padded things you see today, the ones from my childhood were deathtraps!
We went to the local pub and had a glass of wine while the kids played. Sat under a tree by the petanque court as the sun set.
A splendid day indeed.
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Care to pass a balloon? :)