Those people who say Life is about the Journey, not the Destination, don't travel Economy class on long haul trips. This time last week we were chatting to an over zealous check-in assistant at Heathrow airport, who thought the battery in the built-in scale of Andrew's suitcase, might pose a security risk. We were coming home -via Doha- after the most fabulous two weeks in the UK.
The absolute highlight was also the reason for this trip - we were privileged enough to watch our son receive his PhD in Mathematics from Cambridge University. I guess it is a private sort of moment to see someone you love achieve something he has worked so hard for. I can't yet put into words the explosion of celebration I felt on a synaptic, cellular level. Being together as a family was the background of happiness, celebrating is the overlayer of fireworks and champagne.
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| Trinity graduates walking to Senate House |
Even the weather smiled on us that Friday - the daily drizzle stayed away. After the Latin ceremony (I had brushed up on Duolingo and could follow most of it), Trinity treated us to lunch in the college grounds. We celebrated later with a sublime dinner. What a day.
I know, I know.....here we go again, me bubbling over with green-making potions. But it has been a tough, exhausting year, and this was just the reset I needed. Let me bubble a bit.
We started our trip in Surrey with much loved family, walking country lanes, eating, laughing, catching up. 
Trying to forget that we live continents apart, and time together like this has to be savoured and put in the memory bank because the distance is so great.
The teenage niece taught me to Just Dance, as my attempts at Mario Kart (these are Wii games) have not improved in the last 6 months and probably never will. I am ok with that.
We stayed one night in the very middle of London - Piccadilly Circus - and managed to tick off a few of the sights we really wanted to see.
If you want details of the V and A or Science museum visits, or the interesting statue in one corner of Trafalgar Square, or how K got pickpocketed, or Spitalfields market send me a DM. :)
But on to Cambridge (via a non functioning rail trip...) . It is a magical place, with beautiful buildings, parks, and abundance of museums (opening hours are strange - best to check), a market, quaint shops and something of interest around every corner, and of course the river Cam. It helps to have family with inside knowledge of whats-on too. S suggested we try a Shakespeare from the selection being performed in the colleges' gardens. What fun to picnic beforehand and belly laugh through the wit of Much Ado about Nothing in the grounds of St Johns College. Not even the bracing dampness could spoil the evening.....
I will mention just two more things (hope your tea is still hot - otherwise I can wait while you make another cup) : Another trip to the theatre, and what to do on a rainy Saturday afternoon.
R treated us all to tickets to see the Agatha Christie play, "Witness for the Prosecution" . The theatre is the County Hall in London (next to the London Eye), and used to be the Greater London Council headquarters. So the setting is perfect for a courtroom drama, and if you are sitting in particular seats, you will be chosen for jury duty. It is immersive theatre at its best, well acted, fast paced and more of an experience than just a play.
It was raining quite heavily on the last Saturday we were there. Cambridge is definitely a Walking Zone ( we averaged about 10km a day) and after a fancy brunch at a restaurant, we decided we needed an indoor activity. R and S knew just the place. We were lucky to get a table for a couple of hours at the Board Game cafe, slightly out the centre of town. And we spent two happy hours playing board games from their large (over 500) selection, sipping tea, chatting, and you guessed it - more laughing. The vibe is relaxed and animated, the perfect way to spend some quality family time together on a wet weekend.
We had such a good holiday, that we just let the airport official fuss about the battery in Andrew's case without it bothering us or us needing to show him the absurdity of his logic. His supervisor did that anyway. Airports can be stressful environments, as we were reminded right at the beginning of this journey. K sometimes holds her breath when her back pack goes through the x-ray machine, as she carries insulin and needles and such like paraphernalia. And indeed at Cape Town International, her bag was sent for second look. She explained the situation, started hauling out the doctor's letter, but the official said no, that wasn't what they were looking for. Security isolated the object of concern. It was a toy car that K was carrying with her in memory of her grandfather. (They had a thing, and indeed a whole language, about vehicles. ) Apparently a toy is of more concern than the needles and medicine vials.
I guess in life, the journey and the destination are equally important and indeed symbiotic. But should you get stuck in the airport of life and happen to be in Doha, head to Terminal C - there is a cool, misty indoor garden to enjoy while you wait for your next flight and choose your next destination.
