I went to Cambridge this weekend. I feared that it was going to rain all weekend, but we had great weather both Saturday and Sunday. On Saturday Jed and I took at walk to Grantchester and had lunch at a cute pub called Rupert (great British name, although my fave is Clive) Browning. Grantchester is a little village about 2 miles up the River Cam from Cambridge. We didn't see as many cows as we saw when we went there last Spring, but we did see a band of hunters. Jed and I think that they were hunting pheasant or rabbit. About 15 men were walking through the fields waving yellow flags. It was slightly odd b/c while there were about 15 flag wavers, it appeared that there were only a few shooters. We didn't see the shooters, but we did hear a few shots.
On Sunday we went to church and then over to a lovely family's home for lunch. There was also a couple from B-ham, alabama there. It's been such a long time since I've heard a strong southern accent. I love it!!
It got dark around 16:15 today. Ah, I really have a hard time with this early darkness thing.
3 comments:
Haven't decided on a favorite British name yet. I'll get back to you on that.
All I know is, every boy I met in Edinburgh was either a Dave or Andy. I don't think they're very original people.
I think the name of the pub was Rupert Brookes, not Browning. It was a nice pub but they need to work on their Chutney big time. My stomach is finally returning to normal.
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