Berries, Bulmers and Brume

A portion of the path from Newnham through Grantchester
Meadows is overgrown with blackberry vines.

M* finds us some prime samples.

Bulmers hard cider, center and right, is the closest I can get to gluten-free
beer at a pub. It's also the only pub-offered cider that doesn't have a
stomach turning fungi-esque smell.

Matt being disappears into the encroaching brume (a great synonym for mist or fog).

As night falls, the moon and mist cast a beautiful eeriness to Grantchester Meadows.

Carolyn Arrives

Carolyn arrived yesterday, and, after a quick nap, she set out to familiarize herself with Cambridge. This is not a hard task, even on foot, as our town is just not that big. Here are a few photos from our walk, which Matt accompanied us on, to The Orchard at Grantchester.

Carolyn in front of our quaint, Newnham chemist shop

Carolyn bucking tradition by having a Diet Coke instead of tea.

Robin searching for food Carolyn had tossed into the grass.

This chaffinch really like my gluten-free almond cake.

Apples coming into season at The Orchard.

Amy, Carolyn and hollyhocks.

Dogs Love Cambridge in the Summer

Pups and People Enjoying Grantchester Meadows

Dogs are a common site at Grantchester Meadows. This full-grown dog carrying a large stick was running around and jumping in the river when a black lab puppy approached and tried to take the stick away. We and the owners and looked on in amusement as the puppy ignored the older dogs growls and tried to find a way to open its mouth wide enough to get a grip on the stick. Eventually the puppy gave up and settled on a piece of bark of a more manageable size.

In the spring, the ground tends to still be moist enough to start a fire for grilling. It's a relaxing way to spend a weekend afternoon.