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Once again Cambridge appeared to me as if through a dirty window. Although that might just be the effects of the vicious coshing the porters had given me.
I’d finally found the hidden sanctum of the Potsherd Club, the archaeological elite of Cambridge. These were hard men and women. Hard men and women with tiny trowels and brushes.
(The gumshoe is on hiatus. This casenote was first taken on 27 June 2012.)
I could sense trouble in the air. The champagne was running out and the Fellows were growing restless.
They say that fashion’s passing tides leave no mark on Cambridge’s hardened cliffs of history. But if you look up, amidst the stained glass and gargoyles, even Pop Art left some flotsam above the tide-line.
I’d finally found the hidden sanctum of the Potsherd Club, the archaeological elite of Cambridge. These were hard men and women. Hard men and women with tiny trowels and brushes.
Nothing clears out the post-Christmas crowds like an air-raid siren …
