I did some flying, but I watched someone punting – very briefly. Punting can be a spectator activity (I have fallen into the water before now), but not this time.
First the flying. I had not flown for 3 weeks, so I managed to wangle a trip solo for me to practise my skills before resuming instruction on a student pilot.
I had a brief coffee break from work which I took in the local town. There was a copy of the day’s Times there with just the sort of news from which we all need a rest, at times; I didn’t smooth the page – we all know what it says without needing all the letters of the sentence:
We had a visit on our H-pad during the week. I caught a reasonable shot of the crewman watching for something – before the aircraft departed.
At the weekend I wandered again into Cambridge for an hour or so, hoping to get some reasonable shots. On the way I stopped at the church in the village of Hatley: