It took us about 20 minutes to walk from the station to DanceEast, but that was at a four-year-old's pace. We took a path alongside the river which was a bit scruffy but quiet and very pleasant in today's sunny spring weather. It's not very wide, so I spoke quite firmly to my fearless four-year-old about walking sensibly next to me, and the undesirability of falling in. We made it both ways without incident. Overall, it was probably a bit longer than going to a theatre in London, but considerably less crowded, noisy, polluted or stressful.
The production was excellent and Nicholas was very focused on it. An adaptation of it will be on CBeebies next weekend, and I shall try to get a recording, as last year's is still among Nico's favourite things to watch. I did notice that the audience was very noticeably gender-skewed, both children and adults, which made me a bit sad.
Back in Cambridge, I took advantage of having to change buses in the centre anyway to take Nico for passport photos. As we weren't in any hurry, I indulged his desire to ride all the escalators in the Grand Arcade and John Lewis. We just missed a bus home and I opted to spend the twenty minutes before the next one on a gentle walk across the park to the next stop on the way home, which did the trick of keeping the child of infinite energy entertained. It did not noticeably tire him out.
I, however, am very tired out and have done almost nothing since we got back, but I think I will be ok tomorrow. Go me, matching my exertion to my available stamina.