Cambridge, yey
Thursday, 16 June 2005 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keaaluI'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*
Some silly notes, as they amused me to write. Yay!
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“Huh,” Zero snorted. “Hiro should have got you a goldfish if he was trying to find something what suited you.”
101 gave him a warning glance, gripping the hose in the tiny claw ‘hand’ as though it were a weapon, pinching just hard enough to stop the flow of water. “What?”
“Well, you both has three-second attention spans, and you both seem to like staring blankly at nothing for long periods of time,” Zero observed, and snickered to himself.
101’s eyes narrowed, and his grip tightened on the hose, but he didn’t say anything.
Zero took that as confirmation he’d won the slanging match. “Now, you be a good lad and wake me up if him what must be obeyed comes calling,” he instructed, and shut his eyes. “Haven’t recharged since this morning…”
A sly smile crept across 101’s face. He waited until Zero had begun snoring, then barked, rudely; “HEY ZERO, wakey wakey!”
“What, what?” Zero only had time to open his eyes before a jet of icy water hit him squarely on the side of the head.
By the time Zero had spluttered most of the water away and got his eyes to focus again, 101 was placidly trimming dead leaves off one of the plants with the tiniest pair of secateurs imaginable, hosepipe now nowhere in evidence.
“You little-!”
“You cursed, sir?” 101 smiled, delicately, and added, as if it was a great surprise; “Why, you’re all wet! You must have got a little hot under the collar, sir, goodness knows the fire-dampers in this place are sensitive…”
Zero spluttered wordless fury and knew he’d lost the upper hand.
“What has happened here?” Hiro enquired, puzzledly, when he finally arrived back, some twenty minutes later.
Without even so much as missing a beat, the two Zeroids replied in unison. “Nothing.”
Hiro scrutinised them, for a moment. The sergeant major sat on 101’s perch with murder in his eyes, water dripping slowly from his casing onto the spreading puddle on the floor. 101, on the other hand, was so busy trying to cultivate an air of ‘butter wouldn’t melt, your honour!’ innocence that all he actually succeeded in doing was incriminating himself.
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*
Some silly notes, as they amused me to write. Yay!
------
“Huh,” Zero snorted. “Hiro should have got you a goldfish if he was trying to find something what suited you.”
101 gave him a warning glance, gripping the hose in the tiny claw ‘hand’ as though it were a weapon, pinching just hard enough to stop the flow of water. “What?”
“Well, you both has three-second attention spans, and you both seem to like staring blankly at nothing for long periods of time,” Zero observed, and snickered to himself.
101’s eyes narrowed, and his grip tightened on the hose, but he didn’t say anything.
Zero took that as confirmation he’d won the slanging match. “Now, you be a good lad and wake me up if him what must be obeyed comes calling,” he instructed, and shut his eyes. “Haven’t recharged since this morning…”
A sly smile crept across 101’s face. He waited until Zero had begun snoring, then barked, rudely; “HEY ZERO, wakey wakey!”
“What, what?” Zero only had time to open his eyes before a jet of icy water hit him squarely on the side of the head.
By the time Zero had spluttered most of the water away and got his eyes to focus again, 101 was placidly trimming dead leaves off one of the plants with the tiniest pair of secateurs imaginable, hosepipe now nowhere in evidence.
“You little-!”
“You cursed, sir?” 101 smiled, delicately, and added, as if it was a great surprise; “Why, you’re all wet! You must have got a little hot under the collar, sir, goodness knows the fire-dampers in this place are sensitive…”
Zero spluttered wordless fury and knew he’d lost the upper hand.
“What has happened here?” Hiro enquired, puzzledly, when he finally arrived back, some twenty minutes later.
Without even so much as missing a beat, the two Zeroids replied in unison. “Nothing.”
Hiro scrutinised them, for a moment. The sergeant major sat on 101’s perch with murder in his eyes, water dripping slowly from his casing onto the spreading puddle on the floor. 101, on the other hand, was so busy trying to cultivate an air of ‘butter wouldn’t melt, your honour!’ innocence that all he actually succeeded in doing was incriminating himself.
