First time in Granchester

How many times have you done 11 hours of work in a day? Probably not very often. Well, I’ve been doing that more and more recently. Today I started at 10am and finished at 9pm. After work I met up with a bunch of people at the yard and we got on a big punt with blankets and cushions and punted all the way to Granchester! I finally did it! On the way we crossed a choir of 5-6 people singing "Stand by me" in harmony. Beautiful.

Clare's Bridge. This is the River Cam not the Granchester river. And it's obviously not nighttime.

By the time we arrived in Granchester, the only light we had to guide us was the bright full moon. After building a bonfire in the field and burning a lot of "dead wood" *, we punted back to the yard. Between the crashing in the branches, the wee-ing out of the punt (boys…) and the singing with mobile phones, Phil and me somehow managed to fall asleep. He was snoring like a big baby, so we left him comfortable in his blankets and abandoned him in the punt after unpacking it, at 2AM. Sweet dreams!
"Punters in the niiiight, exchanging glasses, lala lalalaaaa…"

* The lone mobiler with us that night, Alex, managed to convince all of us to break and burn the Scuds paddle.