Yesterday’s landscapes around the river near the Industrial Museum were so frostily spectacular that my introspectively sentimental feelings were completely satisfied with those tastefully downbeat delicate colours and tints properly lacking in sheer brightness.

We also saw two huge black Labrador pups who ran up to a few similarly huge swans: the latter weren’t amused and cussed the pups away (their wings were eerily similar to those of pterodactyls from the B-movies); the pups’ owners finally managed to distract them and lure away from the waters.

The boats were smokier than usual, and it left a cosy cast on the water: I have no idea how folk living on them cope with their bills.

All the Cambridge gates and doors were daintily decorated with wreaths and Advent ornaments, and I gave up almost immediately the idea of taking pics of each and every of them.