A weekend in Cambridge
There's nothing quite like going home for a few days, which is just what I did last week. A chance to recharge the batteries, and be looked after - everyone needs that every now and again!
My mum has two five month old kittens called Treacle and Sponge. They are utterly adorable, and if I lived somewhere appropriate for cats I'd steal Sponge as he is great. As I've only seen them a handful of times, each time I do see them, they appear to have grown an awful lot! This magnetic Scrabble set on the fridge summed up their growth perfectly.
Sarah Millican's Home Bird tour. We booked the tickets almost 18 months ago, so it's been a long wait (apparently people have been turning up at venues a year early!). It was a really good show, very very rude, but great fun. She gives away badges at each of her shows: for this tour they either said 'home bird' or 'dirty stop out'. I also got a mug, I do love mugs. No, I don't have enough mugs. Yes, I do need another mug tree. No, that does not mean I have enough mugs.
For lunch on Saturday Mum and I headed to one of my favourite Cambridge places, The Orchard Tea Garden. It's a lovely little place in Grantchester which in the summer is the perfect venue for afternoon tea. It has a lot of history surrounding the poet Rupert Brooke, and I have many happy memories from my childhood of cycling to Granchester in the summer with my dad and brother and having a drink and a slice of cake. It's definitely more beautiful in the summer, Mum and I had to walk down a rather muddy path to reach the pavilion, but it is still a lovely place to visit. Some people were sitting outside on the deckchairs (wrapped up against the wind) but we weren't going to do that! There's a good lunch menu, we both had baked potatoes, mine with brie and cranberry and Mum's with roasted vegetables, followed by a large slice of cake each. Then a walk back up the muddy path to return to the car. Must do my best to return to The Orchard in the summer for a proper cream tea.
When I go home, I always make sure my suitcase is only half full, as inevitably I leave with much more than I went with! This trip I brought back several books and a bottle of homemade sloe gin. I also brought back the knitted sock I'd started at Christmas and Mum had finished off, as I had, erm, gone wrong (counting is hard!). I have since finished the second sock, I have mastered the art of counting. Photos to follow!