When I walked Munson into central Cambridge this morning, the fog was so thick that I couldn’t see the end of the streets we were on. It took a few attempts to negotiate a path across the river and thence Jesus Green, the parkland behind Jesus College where knit graffiti swathed lamp posts.
As you can see from the top photo, the sun emerged and our intermistent glimpses of the Cambridge colleges were replaced by a clear view of intricate stonework and parades of young students gasping “ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod look at that dog. ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod”.
I picked up a few books at Waterstone’s, but my interest was much more piqued by the densely arranged assortment of used titles at The Haunted Bookshop in an alley near King’s College. I wish I had a day to systematically go through those shelves.
We spent a little time waiting outside the main entry to King’s College, where Munson woo-wooed his audition piece for its famous choir. While the choir director Stephen Cleobury didn’t appear through the college portal to snap Munson up for a solo role (their loss), a large number of faces were pressed against the glass of the window by the entrance. The purpose of our wait?: to meet Manu, who has been a reader of this blog for some years.
While I’ve “collected” a number of people directly from the streets, cafes and pubs of many ciies around the world where I’ve travelled with the dogs, I rarely get to meet people who’ve met us through the blog. Meeting Manu was a special pleasure – we had lunch together and a walk along the river into the early afternoon.