I thought I should share a photo of my favourite cafe given people are buying me coffee.
The Wren Cafe is at the Kingfisher Bridge bird reserve just south of Ely.
Well worth a visit. Just leave a cake for me.
The birdwatching is a bonus and is recommended as well.
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That looks very interesting. It certainly wasn’t there when I lived in the area.
An unusual group of large mammals, though. Definitely not local.
Does he have any thoughts on introducing beavers, or would that not be possible there?
I had a friend who ran Woodwalton Fen in the 70s and 80s. He introduced a species of butterfly that had gone extinct. They imported the eggs from Holland, I think, and he kept them in a greenhouse until ready for releasing. It took a few years for them to re-establish themselves. They had cattle on Woodwalton Fen, but not highland cattle.
I would love beavers but I don’t think they will suit the Cam
When you think about it, the fens are supposed to flood, aren’t they? Must be getting worse, though. Wasn’t Ely a port at one time, or was that Littleport?
Both were
Richard I’m surprised you find the time or do you take the laptop??
I work hard
I also take time off
I went out birdwatching on Saturday and Sunday, watched a film 9n Saturday and did other hobbies yesterday
Rest is important
There is a series of lovely plays on BBC sounds called the Song of the Reed, set on a nature reserve in your part of the world. Sophie Okonedo and Mark Rylance. A wonderful listen.
Thank you
I will be listening to that
It is good to see that you have ‘me time’.
Some…
Hello again Richard. Thanks for publishing my response to your Shareholder v Stakeholder blog today.
On favourite cafes, I recall that you & I have a mutual admiration for the Quaker Bookshop & Cafe opposite Euston station. Perhaps more accesible to most of your readers… and they can buy a copy of, and induldge in, the ‘Joy of Tax’ whilst supping their latte.
Many years ago, I had a conversation with a homeless person who enjoyed a daily ‘suspended-soup’ there, prepaid by more fortunate customers. His story brought home to me how close we all are to a radical change in circumstances. One mishap, one mistake or a moment-of-madness can destroy a lifetime of diligent strivng. Conversely, our society sometimes fails to punish those who, over time, contrive scams to defraud.
That is one of my regular meeting spots in London
Always good cakes too
And a bookshop attached too