Tracy, Liz and me walking through Cambridge to Grantchester
I had good news first thing this morning with a reply from Blogging4Business allowing me a media pass to attend this event. Blogging certainly needs publicising because nobody I have met understands anything about it and I shall certainly write up about it for the local media and business publications.
Two of my friends learnt about blogging for the first time today, Liz (in blue jacket) and Tracy (in green hat) and they have both vowed to log to my blog later today. Here we are on a small walk of about four miles return from Cambridge to Grantchester, despite the wind and sleet, we are hardenedramblers. There were already large number of tourists in the city and we saw a large group of sporting enthusiasts from Ontario here to play rugby and cricket. We later walked by some very vigorous university students playing lacrosse just a stone’s throw from Clive James’ house.
But it was the natural delights of nature that we were searcing for and we were not disappointed. Although no kingfishers could be spotted in this secluded spot, we came across a kestrel, cormorant, goldcrest and two delightful treecreepers climbing up a tree. Some lovely spring flowers caught our eye, including these cyclamen.
We followed the river running alongside the meadowland to the unspoilt village of Grantchester where we found the empty green deck chairs ready for the hordes of visitors. The village, still famous for its wartime poet Rupert Brooke and his famous contemporaries, many of whom were free-spirited bohemians, such asAugustus John. Brooke and his group, including Virginia Woolf, were known as Neo Pagans. More about this another time, as well as other famed Grantchester residents. But if you head for the Orchard Tea Rooms not only will you be able to sample delicious fresh food, but savour the ambiance of a decadant age enjoyed long ago. This is a very special place I love to share with special friends.


I just love The Orchard, especially tea in the morning before the tourists get there. Its amazing to think that the bank were going to foreclose on it and flog the land for housing development!
Grantchester is the nicest place in the world. That walk is magical on a sunny summer Sunday. I discovered it because of the Pink Floyd song “Grantchester Meadows”. I went out to see what it was like and I was smitten forever.