To Cambridge!

Monday, May 9 - To Cambridge

Our journey to Cambridge was indeed a "journey". We had a schedule, but that was thrown out from the start. Our plane in Birmingham had a flat tire, which we were told is very unusual. Two hours later we finally made the 30 minute hop to Atlanta, arriving too late for our flight to Heathrow. We were told we could fly on a plane leaving two hours later, and were given boarding passes to sit in first class! We decided it was worth the delay to cross the ocean in first class comfort. But when it was time to board the plane, we were paiged and told that we would not be in first class (imagine that! Indian givers!). Instead we were to be in the back of the plane. Alan talked them into giving us an exit row, and it did make the trip more comfortable.


Tuesday, May 10
We made it! Not to Cambridge yet, but we are out of the maze of Heathrow airport. And we are in a coach on the M25 headed for Cambridge. The skies are a beautiful blue, with lots of white fluffy clouds. And Alan sleeps at my shoulder. The fields and trees are many shades of spring green, and wild flowers bloom everywhere , especially wild daisies. We have left the M25 and are now going through a small town called Hemel Hempstead.

Just passed Abbeyfield Free Church and then got on the M1, where we saw fields of yellow rapeseed blooming! gorgeous! but we have run into the 5:00 traffic on our way to Luton Airport and the town of Luton. Luton is a quaint, college town. After Luton, we seemed to turn east and went through a town called Hitchen, also a quaint little village. Progress is slow because it is now 6:20PM, and we take turns nodding off, in spite of the fascinating sights along the way. After Hitchen came Letchworth, which appeared to be a little wealthier, bigger houses and gardens. Then Baldock and Royston.

Then we turned onto the A10, which goes from London to Cambridge and entered Cambridgeshire. The next three stops were Harston, Trumpington, and City Centre Cambridge. We got out with our myriads of luggage and found a cabby who took us to 36 Selwyn Gardens - Tyndale House!

Please excuse all the strange changing of tenses, as I was writing as we rode. Also the typos, as I am typing on an iPad, and it has a mind of its own at times. I am writing this, in part, to remind us of things our aging minds will forget. Read as little or much as you want.