Luke comes to stay and visits Cambridge

Luke among the Banksys

Our Grandson, Luke, came to stay for a couple of days. He too has a dog, so is well used to canine ways and has known Bronte since a puppy on her early outings, so we enjoyed a good walk in the woods behind the Swan. Settling in the beer tent afterwards for a cooling drink and a bite to eat, the manager, Nick, informed us that the chef had walked out on Thursday so there was no menu. Nick said she had put on some kind of strop as an excuse, although Nick thought she had just been offered more money by a rival concern. Ann thinks it more likely that Nick upset her, but there appears to be a general shortage of skilled workers and poaching is rife.

On Monday, we went to Bury. Luke thought it was his first visit, but I remember he had seen it before - but only as a toddler when his mum and dad came to stay. We visited the Moments Exhibition in the museum, surprisingly poorly attended for such a great display of contemporary art with Banksy, Tracy Emin, Damien Hirst and others; then saw the old town and the Abbey before going on to Sudbury for a welcome meal at the old Mill Hotel. We dined outside, watching the cows come down to the river like a Constable painting. On Tuesday he drove to Cambridge, which he definitely had not visited, to stay with Edwin and Andre. They gave him a good time, including punting on the Cam and visiting the computer museum. Here, I dutifully went for my Covid test ready to go into Papworth Hospital tomorrow.

Cows in the River Stour

I walk the dogs each day and it has become a tradition for Byron to find a lost ball. The car is now filled with tennis balls he's discovered, but the last time I walked in the fields he found a football. Today he found another and loved running round in front of goal evading the backs (Bronte) as he weaved towards the goal mouth. 

Bronte and Byron play football