A feast is made for laughter

May Week in Cambridge absurdly falls in June, the week after exams and term have ended, and is set up to be consciously hazily hedonistic, lazy and lavish. Around the oysters, candyfloss and Pimms and lemonade that overflowed at every ball and garden party that we went to, we spent our time following the river into the countryside, discovering bright blue outdoor swimming pools, and duck-spotting. One afternoon between eating ice-cream on the college lawn and going punting in the night, Siobhan and I cycled to a strangely timeless open park of picnic tables and picket fences amongst the fields, where we marvelled at the colour of the pool and took these pictures.