Cambridge

 

I rang Cambridge last night.*  My first surprise method, that holy of holies and scary of scaries.

            Well.  A little bit of Cambridge.  But even that is a substantial miracle, like . . . managing to sing for Oisin tomorrow afternoon, supposing I do.  It was also an excellent example of Wild Robert at his maddest.  I think I wasn't blogging yet when he pitched me into Stedman after I'd been ringing about a year and a half and could just about struggle through bob doubles on a good...