This is one of my favourite places in Cambridge, the Mill Pond. Here the River Cam splits, meandering around a meadow at the back of Queen’s College and forming a pool beside the Silver Street bridge. From there the river flows on under the bridge, and in the other direction through the Backs, passing alongside […]
For Mothers’ Day we visited fields of rare hyacinths, grown in Waterbeach. The fields north of Cambridge become Fenland, with rich fertile black soil and flat land. This region was marsh, drained and reclaimed during the seventeenth century. It is still low-lying and intersected by rivers and streams, with roads raised up above the level […]
In Stetchworth I park by the church. Wandering through the village, sounds of home lives filter out through open doors. Someone is listening to a cricket match on a television or radio, and in another house someone is playing their piano. A child is learning to ride a bike, riding wobbling along the pavement, pursued […]
I visit the village of Dullingham one hot day in late July. It is a village of flint walls and chocolate-box cottages. Horses are neighing from stables, and bells chime in the church. I wander through the sleeping village, in the thick hazy heat of the afternoon. Roses tumble from flint walls, in their last […]
To celebrate the birth of the new Prince of Cambridge, yesterday, 22nd July 2013, here is a post on the city that is his namesake. I had to leave Mumbai to find more work, but once I got home to Cambridgeshire I decided to continue looking at places with the eyes of a traveller, even […]