A Summer Afternoon Punting the Cam at Cambridge
Cambridge first thing off the train, and the whole town funnels you toward the river. From the bridge by Quayside you can watch the chauffeured punts stacking up in the narrow stretch — flat-bottomed boats, a guide standing at the back with a long pole, tourists lying across the cushions like it's a couch that happens to float.
We walked to King's College and sat on the lawn out front for a while, then gave in and booked a punt of our own. The girls got ice cream cones on the way to the dock and ate them stretched out on the red cushions while our guide poled us up past the Backs — the river-facing grounds of the colleges, which really are best from the water. St John's came up on the right, then the Bridge of Sighs directly overhead, stone tracery and all, with another punt sliding through behind us.
The Cam is a chalk river, and the water has that milky green look to prove it. It keeps going north from here toward Ely, but our hour ran out at Trinity.