Cambridge, yey
I've been a busy little bee today. :) I actually GOT UP EARLY on my DAY OFF. *gasps*
I decided that since it was my "holiday", I was going to do holiday things at least ONCE before knuckling down to the old "revising for exams" malarkey. So... on tuesday, I thought "I know, I'll go to Cambridge" - so I did. :)
First stop was a little wildlife place about ten minutes by train from Cambridge. It was a cute little place - I'd been before, but when I was much younger (probably not much more than six or seven - crikey, that's YEARS ago), so it was a little like revisiting my roots. :) They had a lovely little red vixen there, called Poppy (too tame to be released, I think) - and to all the disbelievers about "fox-pong", I knew what was in her enclosure long before I found the sign and saw her. There's a certain something about the way foxes smell, ne? To be honest, it wasn't that nasty, but it was certainly pungent; musky, earthy almost.
Anyway. Headed round the enclosures and got bodily assaulted by a horde of fluffy little ducklings. I'm not saying they were tame, or anything, but the instant I hove into view around the corner they all bundled across the field en-masse to see if I had any food hidden about my person they could help me with, and very nearly had to physically push them out of the way to avoid treading on the little blighters. I said that sorry, I only had Mini Cheddars and I didn't think they'd like them, and they just kept on squeaking and falling over my feet. ARGH. Headed off down the path to say hi to the shetland pony and duckies say: "OMG SHE'S STOPPED AGAIN, QUICK MARCH, and don't forget to "LOOK CUTE!"
You can run, but you sure as hell can't hide.
You see, we can get EVERYWHERE...
I'm not quite sure what was going on with the whole family thing, but the female duck seemed to be escorted around by that black and white goose you can see in the background. Whether it was a little inter-species relationship going on there, I don't know, I just know it was rather cute. :) (And didn't seem to be coincidence. :P)
Anyway, done at the wildlife place, back on the train, back to Cambridge. Next stop - botanical gardens. :) I always remember being horribly put-out when I was little that I wasn't allowed on the rock gardens - you had to be 14, I think (although now it just says "children to be accompanied by an adult"), and thought that being 14 was a VERY long way off. (On a related note, why 14? Seems a wonderfully random number to pick. :D) The place looked a lot smaller than last time I went, mind you. It was still all cool, though - went into the tropical house and went all goggle-eyed over the bitey-plants. (They're so cool!) And naturally took more snappy-snaps, but I doubt everyone will go so ga-ga over plants. :P Anyway. Then onward and upward to the Fitzwilliam museum, another place I went with school and another place I've not been SINCE junior school (so... 15 years ago?). No snappy snaps there, not allowed. And then SHOPPING, yay. Looking for something for Dad, and very uninspired by the fare on offer there. Although it gives me a nice excuse to go to Norwich tomorrow. :)
I got home at 7pm, eventually. Day = rocking. :)
...and now I'm back on the fiction, yay. It's a rather ridiculous little scene I'm working on at the moment, which is begging to be illustrated. :D So yay. This line of fanfiction is a nice change to the doom-and-gloom that seems to pervade my "Scarlet" fiction. Not to say it's all stupid, but it has its silly moments. :D So... whee. :)
Edit: Whups! Missed an end tag. *blush*
( ...And I'll snip out the daft bit... )
I decided that since it was my "holiday", I was going to do holiday things at least ONCE before knuckling down to the old "revising for exams" malarkey. So... on tuesday, I thought "I know, I'll go to Cambridge" - so I did. :)
First stop was a little wildlife place about ten minutes by train from Cambridge. It was a cute little place - I'd been before, but when I was much younger (probably not much more than six or seven - crikey, that's YEARS ago), so it was a little like revisiting my roots. :) They had a lovely little red vixen there, called Poppy (too tame to be released, I think) - and to all the disbelievers about "fox-pong", I knew what was in her enclosure long before I found the sign and saw her. There's a certain something about the way foxes smell, ne? To be honest, it wasn't that nasty, but it was certainly pungent; musky, earthy almost.
Anyway. Headed round the enclosures and got bodily assaulted by a horde of fluffy little ducklings. I'm not saying they were tame, or anything, but the instant I hove into view around the corner they all bundled across the field en-masse to see if I had any food hidden about my person they could help me with, and very nearly had to physically push them out of the way to avoid treading on the little blighters. I said that sorry, I only had Mini Cheddars and I didn't think they'd like them, and they just kept on squeaking and falling over my feet. ARGH. Headed off down the path to say hi to the shetland pony and duckies say: "OMG SHE'S STOPPED AGAIN, QUICK MARCH, and don't forget to "LOOK CUTE!"
You can run, but you sure as hell can't hide.
You see, we can get EVERYWHERE...
I'm not quite sure what was going on with the whole family thing, but the female duck seemed to be escorted around by that black and white goose you can see in the background. Whether it was a little inter-species relationship going on there, I don't know, I just know it was rather cute. :) (And didn't seem to be coincidence. :P)
Anyway, done at the wildlife place, back on the train, back to Cambridge. Next stop - botanical gardens. :) I always remember being horribly put-out when I was little that I wasn't allowed on the rock gardens - you had to be 14, I think (although now it just says "children to be accompanied by an adult"), and thought that being 14 was a VERY long way off. (On a related note, why 14? Seems a wonderfully random number to pick. :D) The place looked a lot smaller than last time I went, mind you. It was still all cool, though - went into the tropical house and went all goggle-eyed over the bitey-plants. (They're so cool!) And naturally took more snappy-snaps, but I doubt everyone will go so ga-ga over plants. :P Anyway. Then onward and upward to the Fitzwilliam museum, another place I went with school and another place I've not been SINCE junior school (so... 15 years ago?). No snappy snaps there, not allowed. And then SHOPPING, yay. Looking for something for Dad, and very uninspired by the fare on offer there. Although it gives me a nice excuse to go to Norwich tomorrow. :)
I got home at 7pm, eventually. Day = rocking. :)
...and now I'm back on the fiction, yay. It's a rather ridiculous little scene I'm working on at the moment, which is begging to be illustrated. :D So yay. This line of fanfiction is a nice change to the doom-and-gloom that seems to pervade my "Scarlet" fiction. Not to say it's all stupid, but it has its silly moments. :D So... whee. :)
Edit: Whups! Missed an end tag. *blush*
( ...And I'll snip out the daft bit... )