One of the nice things about Ely is that apart from the cathedral there is no building higher than three stories, so from the distance the first thing you see is this.

From the wharf where we moored it’s a fifteen minute walk up steep streets to the cathedral.

The morning was spent cruising the Great Ouse (pron OOZ), which sprawls fat and lazy across the fens. There were no currents, no locks, and the bridges are high enough that we could have the pram cover up for shade. The afternoon we spent shopping and relaxing. We will do full tourist mode tomorrow.

The evening we went to the Old Fire Engine House for dinner. The last time I ate there was forty two years ago. They still do traditional English cooking with local ingredients. The menus are still hand written.

You still have to walk through the kitchen to get to the main dining room. We ate out in the garden.

Paula had the roast pork, with the best apple sauce and crackling ever.

After we had finished our server asked if we would like more meat. Paula got another slice of pork and some crackling for me. True love.

Traditional English trifle for pudding.