Midsummer Common

Listening to Anna telling me about her Cambridge trip certainly made me feel nostalgic. Though I was back once in 2007 and then again two years later, more than twenty years have now passed since that long summer of bike rides, international phone calls and history being woven into the medieval lanes. 

However, instead of a cold lager on Midsummer Common, I am enjoying a glass of sparkling Italian wine and an open-faced prawn sandwich with my dear friend Gabriel as the perfect kind of carb loading in anticipation of tomorrow’s race ;-)