A “SEEDY” WEEKEND
After we’d maxed out our sightseeing quota in London, we headed for the hills in Cambridge and visited dear friends Jeff and Anne Fothergill. It was so lovely to be welcomed into their beautiful home and catch up over some delicious meals and a few bottles of good Aussie wine. The weather had just started to turn slightly chilly which made it all the more ‘authentic England’ and a cozy excuse for the girls to stay at home and chat whilst Jeff took Ads on a tour of the seed factory; something Ads had been excited about for possibly years now. We instantly fell in love with the charm of Cambridge as we strolled the grounds of Trinity campus and the King’s Cathedral where the world famous Christmas carols are held each year. Walking the cobble stone streets conjured up a solid appetite so we squeezed into the chock-full Eagle Pub for some traditional British fare and a few quiet pints. The 350 year old pub was packed to the rafters, so we had to share a bench table with ‘David’ who was minding his own business and scribbling away in his notebook. Midway through our conversation, David chimed in and politely asked for us to nominate 3 “key” words of inspiration for his writings and they went as follows:
Name: Adam
Subject I: Travel
Subject II: Beer
As you can see we didn’t inject a massive amount of effort or creativity into the topics but it was important to keep conversation with David to a minimum. This wasnt to be rude but his breath smelt like dead ants since he’d guzzled a bottle of charddy and was becoming a bit of a space invader due to his excitement of the challenge ahead. Before we got to finish our meals, ol’ Shakespeare next to us had composed a beauty that read:
‘Cambridge Again’
Since Adam cast his primal thinking
And Eve was intimate with Snake
The human race is always sinking
The loss, the grief, for goodness sake
Our travel towards final ending
Is destination now impending
We cannot flinch or dodge the night
Or conquer death with all our might
The world is fierce but still inspiring
a culture of raw war and calm
A theatre of peace and harm
Before the lot falls down, expiring
Chin up, for that which time we’re here
There’s fun and dance and air and beer!
– David Travis. The Eagle, Cambridge.
Of course, this spurred further conversation with David which saw him segue into his thesis on how long it took beetles to migrate from one plant to the next. By this point, Kez was barely coping as she was sitting next to him and copped the brunt of his pestilent breath but Anne being the kind hearted sweetie that she is, showed as much interest in how David stood in fields with a stopwatch as she would if one of her grandchildren were telling her what Santa brought them for Xmas. Once Ads realized why Kez was on a 45 degree lean away from David, he asked the most ridiculous questions about beetle and plant specifics in order to provoke more eye-watering banter. What a comedian.
WIN:
We’ve been sworn to secrecy by one of the Fothergill boys about the family portraits that line the walls. So, we won’t mention the hot diggity dog photo of “? Fothergill” sporting an impressive Jason Donovan mullet and rainbow colored knitted sweater.
FAIL:
David Fothergill not allowing us to tell anyone about his spunk rat snaps from when he was a teenager. Oh… whoops!
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