Only on a Sunday

Today has been pretty perfect. Most Sundays I get up at the crack of dawn and drive my son to some far flung village in rural Cambridgeshire, occasionally crossing into Suffolk or even Essex. Together with other parents, I then stand on the touchline in a muddy, windswept field while our not-so-little darlings run around kicking lumps out of the ball and (in my son's case) half the opposition.

I enjoy it otherwise I wouldn't do it. Today, however, we had a rare day off - and I took advantage. I took the family - and the Sunday newspapers - to one of my favourite gastro pubs, The Cock in Hemingford Grey, a picturesque village just off the A14 between Huntingdon and Cambridge.

Afterwards we popped in to our local Cineworld to see Ghost Town starring Ricky Gervaise. It's not a great film, but a more charming one would be hard to find in 2008. (See review HERE.) I just wish they hadn't flunked the ending. (If you've seen it you'll know what I mean.) Warmly recommended.

PS. New York, where Ghost Town was shot, looked fabulous - almost as good as it does in Woody Allen's Manhattan. So here's a tip. If ever you go to NY, go in autumn, spring or even winter but avoid July and August. It's far too hot and you'll end up like me - hot, bothered and bewildered, and the only person mad enough to be in Central Park under the midday sun.