Looking like Ferdinand's cousin, Red Pols lazing along the Cam were unfazed as we passed them walking to Grantchester this morning. From Cambridge it is about a five to six mile round trip. And for all those friends who laughed when I packed my down jacket, I had to use it today. It was a mere 43 degrees when we set out. Diana even had on gloves. It warmed as we hiked and by the time we got to the orchard, we sat out among the apple and pear trees drinking tea and eating scones. It is the place that inspired Rupert Brooke's poem, The Old Vicarage, Grantchester with the final lines:
Stands the church clock at ten-to-three
And is there honey still for tea?
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