My Twitter buddy Zoe Rose showed us around Cambridge. She was great with the girls and it was a good opportunity for us to have some more local knowledge of the university town. Lucy was swayed, either by Zoe’s propaganda or the compact beauty of the place, into preferring Cambridge over Oxford.
We explored St Edward King and Martyr Church, where ‘the Reformation was first preached in 1525’, chatting with Geoffrey, the Treasurer. We all wondered about the ‘gothic services’ and learnt that quite a deal of wax is spilt on the floor as a result.
We strolled through Trinity Hall, down to the river. It truly is a magnificent location and hearing the students many accents and dialects was very interesting. I wanted to snap a few shots of young women, wrestling with huge stacks of books, as they walked but couldn’t quite get a shot. One student had a pile that was bound to topple.
I had a quiet chuckle at this sign in this college:
On Zoe’s advice, we rang the bell, at Kettle’s Yard House, and were ushered into an aesthetically pleasing world of pebbles and shapes, art and light. Jim Ede, a former curator at the Tate Gallery, created a home that was balanced, ‘a harmonic whole’. It is a brilliant place and inspires one to create such spaces at home, especially with the thousands of pebbles, the girls collect.
We wandered along the river after lunch and the touts failed in convincing us about punting. It was a little windy and we were running out of time.
Cambridge feels very rural, with cows and open space. It would be a nice place to live, as Zoe attests. One just needs to ‘keep off the grass’.