notes on cambridge

Bright, first day of spring. Sunshine pouring into every cobwebbed corner of me.

Bicycles everywhere, like in Amsterdam, or Munich. Cheeks flushed with crisp air.

Cute cafes. Tiny enchanting alleyways.

Ornate buildings that make me wish I had studied here. I half expect everyone to be wearing black gowns - they would not have been out of place.

Snowdrops. Primroses. All greeting the sun.

Thinking of Sylvia and Ted, and St Boltoph's Review, and stolen earrings, headscarves and sharp teeth kisses.

Felafel doused with hot sauce, tempered by a cool carrot and aubergine salad, bought from a street stall and eaten with a soy latte outside at a table, reading a Helen Garner novel while waiting for Little Sis to finish her interview.

Finally finding a garlic zoom at John Lewis, after months of trying to find one in London!

Little Sis and I sampling fudge in a cute little shop, including a chocolate one that tasted just like Nan's chocolate slice we used to eat when we were little. We end up with a slab of maple and walnut, breaking off chunks as we walk back to the station.

Already plotting my next visit, I know I didn't even skim the surface.