Above: in Cambridge at the weekend. It poured with rain most of the time. Midday I went down to Grantchester to meet Helen B in The Orchard.
Above: The Orchard is a tea garden in a large apple orchard in the grounds of a house where boy-poet Rupert Brooke used to live. Tables and deck chairs are laid out under the apple trees. After Rupert Brooke’s death in the First World War the tea garden became closely associated with the poet and attracts many literary tourists (there’s a small Rupert Brooke museum in a wooden shed).
The Orchard is a very useful place to meet as it is open every day of the year, and is never really crowded (also you can park there easily, which you can’t do in Cambridge itself).
Above: the ground underfoot was covered with rotting apples. Because of the rain the seats were wet so we had to have our tea and cakes standing up. The air was fresh, wet and autumnal.
Above: are these medlar apples?
Above: at the back of The Orchard is the gate and path where Rupert Brooke used to go across a field at night to swim in the River Cam.
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