Escaping to Ely
Thursday was a day of protest in London. Parliament was voting on that most regrettable policy about tuition costs that promised to triple student fees. It was also the day of the Varsity Rugby Match, in which Cambridge and Oxford met on a field of dreams in Twickenham and played for glory.
Despite, or perhaps because of these offerings, I chose to do something very different. I went to Ely, a small town 25 minutes north of Cambridge by train, to see the famous cathedral there. And it was the right choice, I feel, as the tranquility of that hill above the Fens comforted me in a way the busy, rowdy, raucous London streets would have failed to.