Saturday 9th April 2011
A day out in Cambridge to meet up with Junchan and Arnaud who were there for a conference.
Some blossom near Cambridge station.
Walking through the meadows from Cambridge to Grantchester.
There's the river Cam.
Me and the river Cam and a blossoming tree.
At the Orchard Tea Rooms now, of Rupert Brooke fame. Here's the ploughman's lunch we ordered.
....and of course a couple of scones.
Lunch / afternoon tea beneath the apple blossoms was rather lovely.
Just so you can appreciate the scones fully - they were rather good.
I'm pulling a silly face here.
I believe at least part of this wooden pavilion is original, dating back to when the Orchard first starting serving teas over century ago.
A row of thatched houses in Grantchester (shame about the cars).
Chie being startled by a cow on the way back to Cambridge.
Approaching the outskirts of Cambridge. Unfortunately my camera seems to have developed a strange artefact, which cleaning the lens did not resolve. It only really seems to show up in blue sky so maybe it has been there for months!
Inside King's College Chapel.
A fine example perpendicular style of Gothic - the windows all have these tall parallel panels, without much tracery.
...and it is almost famous architecturally for this spectacular fan vaulted ceiling.
Looking across the college grounds from inside the chapel.
Me in the chapel.
Outside in the courtyard of the chapel, again there's that irritating artefact up in the sky - agh.
The West end of King's College Chapel.
The South side of the chapel.
After meeting up with Junchan and Arnaud we did the touristy thing and went on a punting tour.
There's King's College again.
The mathematical bridge.
Erm, almost exactly the same shot of King's College again.
There were lots of other punts out on the river, it being such a nice day.
That chap over there was doing a "bridge jump" - apparently a Cambridge tradition where you get off the punt, climb over the bridge, and get back on the other side.
More colleges from the river.
There's the Bridge of Sighs.
Later on, dinner at the Free Press.
...and on the train back to London.