Grantchester Meadows

I woke up this morning craving cake (nothing to do with all the red wine last night, I'm sure!), and forced Ulrich and Joseph to accompany me on a walk through Grantchester meadows to the Orchard Tea Rooms. It's a lovely walk through the meadows, typical Cambridgeshire countryside, and the tea rooms are set in an apple and pear orchard, where you can sit under the trees in deckchairs all year round enjoying the most fantastic cakes. The place was a great favourite of many of the old Cambridge writers - Virgina Woolf once sat on the style there reciting all she knew of Chaucer to the neighbouring cows (it apparently took 20 minutes, which doesn't sound impressive until you try learning to recite Chaucer from memory - ouch!).

Cambridge is great at this time of year. The calm before the storm of the tourist season. We saw people punting on the river and also a group of people who get together on Saturdays to re-enact great battles (canons, battle dress and all!). Ulrich and Joe have now gone off to row with the college rowing team and I'm off to buy tickets for Romeo and Juliet at the Cambridge Arts Theatre. How very Cambridge, darlings!