Cambridge is known for having a fair number of eccentrics (especially amongst those who haven’t visited Oxford).
But this is a good thing, because it means when winter comes along I could perhaps get away with using this in a public place:
It’s a bluetooth headset, built into the fingers of a glove.
As you talk into it, I imagine, people will smile comfortingly and realise that it was just about here that they needed to cross the road. This will help to ensure the privacy of your phone calls.
I wouldn’t try it when driving, though. You couldn’t really describe it as a ‘hands-free kit’…
Available from Firebox.
Robin McKie has written a nice piece about our Pico project in the Observer.
The article is here.
And here’s our introductory video, if you’re interested and didn’t see it a few months back.
There’s a wonderful-sounding position offered on one of the University mailing lists:
Equine Ambulatory Veterinarian (Maternity Cover)
I expect they’re looking for someone who specialises in a horse’s gait. Or someone who rides around in a horse ambulance?
But perhaps not. It’s much more satisfying to think that the University of Cambridge has always traditionally employed a walking midwife for horses, perhaps one of a small team of pedestrian veterinary specialists, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to apply for one of these exclusive posts.
Beechwoods nature reserve on Saturday morning.
Wandlebury woods were magical this morning.
On Saturday, we had some of the strongest winds I can remember in the UK, at least when I wasn’t on top of a mountain or at sea…
And he walked the length of his days under Anglian skies…
I’ve always thought these old radio telescopes, just down the road from us, were rather beautiful.
The Returning Soldier war memorial is a much-loved Cambridge landmark. He used to stride confidently up the middle of one of our main streets, but was moved onto the pavement recently, poor chap, to make more room for turning buses. A great pity, but perhaps it’s just as well. You wouldn’t want to make it back from the trenches in one piece only to be knocked off your pedestal by the number 14.
It struck me, as I cycled past tonight, how different his life must have been from that of the people in the cubicles behind him…
(Click to enlarge)
…but on some mornings, it’s enough.
Lord Byron used to swim just near here, they say. But not, I suspect, at this time of year.
Byron’s Pool, near Grantchester
(We have hi-tech bike sheds at the Computer Lab.)