It’s okay, he doesn’t know any better.
-My mother about N.A.R. who said he prefered Oxford to Cambridge (blasphemy)

As promised, a picture of our strapping punter.  For lack of a better name we called him James (thinking it sounded good and English) but I took some new friends to Cambridge again this past weekend and imagine our suprise that when they wanted a punt tour as well, we nearly ended up with “James” again!  Thankfully, for Kiri and I, we were spared that embarassment and got his equally attractive and charming friend C.J. to ferry us about, and we learned that “James'” real name is Scott.  However, I think he was always be (fondly) remembered as James to the girls.

We also went to Hampton Court this past week.  It’s not Versailles, but I can definitely see why Henry decided to, er, acquire this palace as his own.  It was a great example of both the Tudor and Georgian styles, and it’s a place that you can tell has had a lot of personalities have lived there.  We got to see a short skit of Anne Boleyn, Lady Jane Rochford and Sir Francis Bryan, which was a treat for me because I’m a great fan of young mistress Anne.  Stylish, ridiculously intelligent, clever, and just the tiniest bit ruthless.  She may have gotten her head chopped off, but by golly she got a crown on it first!