Friday, August 5, 2016

Day 42

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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