A hole appears in the ground before us. The huge white lighthouse to our left stares south and to our right is a field of quivering brambles and loose stones that lead to a cliff edge and the orange, western sky. It’s a barren, desolate scene at Formentera’s southern tip, Cap de Barbaria. We’re alone…
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Cambridge blue and the red herring
Last weekend we went for a long punt in Cambridge; we glided on the glinting River Cam in a flat-bottomed boat, a punt, pushing ourselves with a pole, drifting lazily past ancient sandstone colleges and perfect lawns which spilled in to the riverbank. The University of Cambridge is my alma mater so we popped in…