Morning Jeff, Robin,
Well, you missed a cracker of a thing on Monday night. I swam up the weedy Cam in balmy 26C evening air (and 17C water) to Grantchester Meadows, and then hauled out like a graceless seal, and lay in the field drinking cider and eating good food until Martin Strel arrived by punt, like a tubby Cleopatra in his barge, and stepped onto dry land to a standing ovation from the (300-strong) audience. Then the film, which is totally nuts and funny and sad, and which you should catch if you get a chance. I do think he is the greatest living adventurer, somewhere between Shackleton-superhero and Peter Kay…..
Cheerio, friends,
Rob