Posts tagged bicycles
Cambridge. It’s been a while, I reflected. But as I walked its glistening streets with their scurf of snow, bicycles chained to railings like stag-night victims, I knew I was home.
The lane was long and the walls high. I reflected uncomfortably that if the women’s first boat started sniping, the bicycles would provide scant cover …
(The gumshoe is on hiatus. This casenote was first taken on 24 May 2012.)
Here amdist the shadows and bicycles I crouched, awaiting my prey.
The lone traveller walks only warily the bicycle strewn back streets of Cambridge.
As term began, the last unwary tourists were advised to evacuate before the open season commenced.
Here and there in Cambridge you find dotted those secret graveyards, the places where old bicycles go to die …
The lane was long and the walls high. I reflected uncomfortably that if the women’s first boat started sniping, the bicycles would provide scant cover …
Ah, Cambridge: town of cycles, chapels and closed-circuit television.
There’s the bleak mid-winter, and then there’s the bleak mid-winter you find in a half-deserted Cambridge lane …
