The other place

I spotted the English-teaching boat as my tediously slow bus came into Cambridge along the Cam. I was heavily laden with two weeks' stuff plus teaching materials but it was a relief to escape at the next bus stop and walk.

It's over two years since I last taught on the boat. Can I remember how? I've certainly forgotten what all the dials and switches are for, as I realised when John showed the four students, fellow-teacher and me round. Four students. Fellow teacher. Hmm.

Stuff stowed, introductions done, Cambridge meandered, chronophage discussed, supper eaten, seats turned into bunks.

And sleep.