So, we did it again—made our usual 6 and something kilometres to Coton, in order to have a splendid meal in The Plough, their famous pub. Since we decided to play smart, instead of choosing the *normal* routes (i.e. via Robinson College/Madingley road), we were led by an obscure path chosen for us by a Google bot. Man, was it muddy. No, it *was* muddy enough to feel like a fake English aristocrat who walks his dogs wearing his worn out tweed and a pair of old Wellies. Actually, we met a couple who fit this exact description perfectly: the man (tweed & a pair of lovely pooches) told us, whilst smiling, “yes, there’s a way to Coton. A bit messy in places, though.” He added in a second (mumbling), “messy everywhere, I’d say.”

But we succeeded, and the place was as warm and cosy as ever!

Oh, and we’re going back a different way.