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Excellent weekend
Sep. 10th, 2006 08:23 pmGorgeous weather, so Saturday I cycled to Ickworth; basically a straight line due East from Cambridge: Fulbourn, Great Wilbraham, Little Wilbraham, Six Mile Bottom, Dullingham, Wood Ditton, Saxon Street, Ousden, Hargrave, Chevington and across the estate to Ickworth. 37.1km [OS 444595 -> 815615] as the crow flies; nearer 55 as the cycle wheels roll; took me three and a half hours.
I recommend this as a trip; glorious Suffolk villages, with a number of big stables as you pass to the south of Newmarket, and roads undulating enough to remind me more of the Cotswolds than of Cambridgeshire. The house at Ickworth is nothing special on the inside, though the gardens are impressive, buzzing with bees in this weather. After Ickworth, up into Bury St Edmund's and a 45-minute train ride, in a one-carriage train with two bicycle racks, back to Cambridge.
Sunday dawned cold and misty; cycled to Histon and spent an hour and a half with Grandma, then to the end of Mill Road for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
major_clanger's birthday and off-to-Basra party. Great food, nice people, conversation about all things from rocketry to the political implications of the shalwar kameez, copious cider of the finest quality; purpletigron and bugshaw may be glad to know that the black coffee afterwards was also adequately copious, and I made it back home without incident.
I think I will go to sleep now.
Wood Ditton water tower
Intended view of the main hall at Ickworth
I recommend this as a trip; glorious Suffolk villages, with a number of big stables as you pass to the south of Newmarket, and roads undulating enough to remind me more of the Cotswolds than of Cambridgeshire. The house at Ickworth is nothing special on the inside, though the gardens are impressive, buzzing with bees in this weather. After Ickworth, up into Bury St Edmund's and a 45-minute train ride, in a one-carriage train with two bicycle racks, back to Cambridge.
Sunday dawned cold and misty; cycled to Histon and spent an hour and a half with Grandma, then to the end of Mill Road for
major_clanger's birthday and off-to-Basra party. Great food, nice people, conversation about all things from rocketry to the political implications of the shalwar kameez, copious cider of the finest quality; purpletigron and bugshaw may be glad to know that the black coffee afterwards was also adequately copious, and I made it back home without incident.I think I will go to sleep now.
