Walking from Cambridge to Grantchester is like walking back in time.
The houses become more sporadic, more Edwardian & you feel life slow a little.
Walking through fields you’ll have to remember appropriate footwear, it’s the most beautiful walk following the winding cam along to the little village of Grantchester, where there appears to be more pubs than houses, a ratio I wholeheartedly endorse.
When you get to the fork in the road by the Red Lion pub carry on straight through ’til you arrive at the Orchard.
When we visited the trees were groaning with the weight of their autumnal harvest.
We quickly made a beeline for the little hut like cottage for nibbles & a large bottle of local apple juice before finding the perfect sun dappled seating down by the river to tuck into our finds & indulge in the age old sport of people watching.
A rather idyllic setting to while away the afternoon don’t you think?
The autumn sun was still warm on our skin as we dug into our bits and pieces.
All the food they sell is made fresh, cakes peer over the counter and the scones are regularly topped up, out of the oven and tucked snuggly under the tea towel.
However, with the autumn warmth isn’t on our side for much longer I’ll be keen to take up a table in the snug of the cottage overlooking the orchard.
It’s the perfect spot for getting away from reality, unplugging, eating ol’ fashioned English fare & ignoring modern life – even if it’s only for an hour or so.