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I extended my walk with a short leg joining up Wimpole Hall to Orwell, a nearby village, which joins to another long distance trail I criss-crossed before, the Greenwich Meridian Trail (running roughly south to London).

Now, along with my short walk from Waterbeach up the river to Bottisham Lock along the Fen Rivers Way (which goes from Cambridge to King's Lynn), that joins up bits of route all the way from Bottisham Lock along the river to Cambridge, and the through Cambridge past the CMS and West Cambridge Site to Coton, and on through the villages to Wimpile Hall and thence Orwell.

On sat I joined Becky, Mobbsy[1], and two friends of Becky who work almost directly above me for a walk in Roystonshire[2].

It unfortunately rained for the first hourish, but I got it to clear up, and it was quite wet, but not truly fierce, and I'm glad I didn't back out, though I'm glad I brought a sweatshirt[3]. OTOH, I don't have a *good* jumper, so tend to grab the sweatshirt I got from CUIS, and all four of the others cornered my separately to ask what it was, why it had '#5 Computer Officer' on, if being in CUIS helped my career, etc.

But it was pleasant. It was nostalgic for me because I always used to go walk round heaths and go to shut pubs with mum or dad when I lived at home[4]. Dad taught me chess, and mum taught me maths, and I taught mum C, on such occasions :)

We got to a decent-looking pub, albeit without food, but might go back one day. People were not especially impressed with my flowery shirt.

We got back and I slipped off to a curry house round the corner to meet several old friends from Trinity, which was nice. Again several people conspired to persuade me to run away to the circus and become a quant. The trains were cancelled and J stopped at mine and we stayed up chatting.

[1] "This is Mobbsy, his real name's Andrew."
[2] *ring* / "I'M IN ROYSTON!" / "OH NO HE ISN'T!" / "Well, Roystonshire." / "Mwaa?"
[3] "Do you think he's allowed in the grafton centre in that? It's technically a hoody..."
[4] OK, living at home is technically redundant. You know what I mean :)