Hello Campers, now up to Blog 5.
Another two weeks, still on foreign shores, still rolling with the punches.
Plenty to report, so I'll start with the latest news first. Last week I returned to Poole Hospital for my final report, expecting to get the all clear to start biking......and this is where this blog title comes in. If it looks like Custard and tastes like Custard....it is CUSTARD!
My biking blues continue. The kind doctors at Poole say if I am a computer worker I can go back to work, but if I am a touring cyclist (joke) another 6 weeks off the saddle, so realistically my 6 month cycle tour is rapidly turning to custard. After much internal gnashing of teeth, beating myself up etc, etc. there is no other way but to find another way. At least I'm not in NZ experiencing frosty days, as currently the south of England is in a 30 deg heatwave, and I much prefer the heat.
So let's review Jimu's travels these last two weeks.
Thinking I would be needing the bike soon, I returned to Southampton to get Mike, a fellow Warmshowers contact, to check out the bike for me. First problem was that I'd forgotten that I had chained the bike to several things in Pete's shed and I'd left the key back in Dorset, so we had to get all the bits (including the bike) taken outside the shed to grind off the padlock.
This was what caught my eye as I walked into Southampton, something you'll not see in Nelson.
So with that I headed to the Jazz Day and to meet my cousin Richard in the Cambridge area, in the lovely village of Over. And what an area this is, less than 100 yards from his home is this thatched cottage, it was such a pleasure to wander around on some of the many public walkways taking photos.
I learnt a lot from his performance and attitude, and when chatting to him afterwards. He also runs a busking school with a book and DVDs available here http://www.schoolofbusking.com/bizzareshows/id74.html
So back onto the streets of Cambridge, many tourists around and I tried to capture some of the character of Cambridge. Never realized before that the river Cam goes through Cambridge, hence the name.
Early morning before the hordes arrive.
Oh to be in England now that summer is here.
The buildings are pretty amazing also.
Having heard from friends in UK about Ely Cathedral, I spent an amazing afternoon taking a tour and wandering around both the Catherdral and the town of Ely. Going by the number of photos I took, Ely is one of the many highlights of this current trip. Here are a few of 'em.
And some shots of the inside, which was staggering. I took a tour called the Octagon tour, a full hour journey around the upper regions of the central tower constructed of wood (Oak) and lead, constructed after 1322s when the central tower collapsed.
The carved ridge piece in Stone commands this view.
In the adjoining Lady Chapel
These are the huge painted doors as below.
(note the clown with the hat)
A walking meditation maze is in the floor of the entrance way.
Pretty amazing really.
The Main Door is solid oak with hand forged hinges and decorations.
I was very impressed by this very old building which seemed to have a contemporary edge to it with modern sculptures, a choir singing, with modern brochures and guided tours, all easily fitting into the religous nature of the building.
And out in the village more photos
Back into Cambridge, feeling now up to giving the streets a blow with my Saxes.
In spite of there just being a Busking event in Cambridge, I was moved on three times, and was issued with a guide to Busking in Cambridge (Code of Practise), which basically said, we like buskers, but no, no, no.
So I took the train to London and had another go in the linking tunnels of Kings Cross Station, where once again I was moved on by London's Transport Police. One of them was also a horn player, so I just got a warning!
So to leave you on a sobering photo, should be easy, this is my shoulder.
Six screws plus the plate. The doc says sometimes they remove the plate after 6 months, charming. I think I'll pass on that one.
A couple more of my drawings.
So now I'm looking at travelling without a bike and have got a trolley bag set up making it easier to take my sax and amp onto trains and buses, and to walk into town centers. Testing has shown not much difference in the money in the hat with or without the amp, though it does give me variety and I am seriously thinking about going wild on London's South Bank. I've come too far not to!
I used to really love custard, not so sure now, but apple crumble, rhubarb tart, bread and butter pudding, etc would not be the same without custard.