Fake

This is a replica in Godmanchester of the Crimean War cannon in Ely. I thought I’d blipped the real thing, but apparently, I have not. The extra shows the real thing from a beautiful day in October last year.

We went to Godmanchester on the train, which involved two changes, including one at Peterborough station, which is the worst station if you’re changing trains.

They have boards in the entrance, on the other side of the ticket barrier, with all the departures and arrivals and whatnot (I saw these boards another time), but they have nothing of the sort in the station proper, except for one tiny screen hidden in a corner on platform 1. This is despite all the platforms having the most fancy screens, which show only the information for the next train, but only when its arrival is imminent. The rest of the time, they show a huge analogue clock. Not useful, Peterborough.

Rant over.

We caught the tail end of a fair, where I got my first Pimms of the year, and we watched the most bizarre way to pick a raffle winner I’ve ever seen: empty a load of numbered plastic yellow ducks into a pool of the River Great Ouse (separated from the main river by a weir under the bridge) and see which numbered ducks arrive at a floating line across the opposite end behind which people in dinghies wait with children’s fishing nets to scoop up the first to arrive.

Someone scooped up the plastic ducks from the water afterwards.

Is this weirder than Ely’s annual potato race?