Two days ago Cambridge weather decided to go “full English summer” mode (+18, with dazzling Sun and gorgeous scenery: after scattered showers for more than a month, it was refreshing), and it was a pleasure for the locals and their animals, too (although we met a somewhat aggressive and alert swan who was resting by the side of a public path with that unmistakably perplexed look that many people get when their GPS suddenly stops working in the middle of an unknown location: it turned out, his girlfriend was sitting on a nest nearby and he was being protective).

Two horses were chewing grass nonstop and expressed mild curiosity towards young girls crunching something sugary: the girls didn’t share, and the horses backed away with a touch of disappointment. Young bulls, on the other side, didn’t mind a bit of human intervention and sniffed everyone carefully.

At some point, right out of the blue, we heard Blue Öyster Cult’s forever classic (pun not intended) and simultaneously spotted a guy with a mullet walking in front of us: the combination of his vintage look and the tune of “Don’t Fear the Reaper” felt unexpectedly nostalgic.