The madness of a summer in this place could not be exaggerated. Heat and sun bring people out of their homes in droves; the parks fill up with sport and play. At night the streets of Cambridge are swarmed with hoards of drinkers. And because this is a university town the parties, particularly after exams end, are a nonstop cacophony, featuring fireworks and finery.
There are swarms of drunk people in tuxedos and ballgowns literally everywhere you look, all day and night.
For the last week I’ve been trying to catch up on work but the temptations are endless. I’ve lost whole days to entertaining frippery and found myself scribbling overdue essays on scraps of paper while riding the train back and forth to London.