This morning's run was crisp and sharp, bright and a little painful after last night's football that involved a minor ankle sprain and a fantastic blow to the head.
Football is a non-contact sport, right? Right.
On our way to Grantchester via Byron's Pool via Trumpington, we came across a field with a large wooden rabbit bolted down right in the center.
"What the heck, man?"
"It's art. Public art."
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