England Day 11
So here I am in Stowmarket at the home of the lovely Kate and John Herd. Got here last night after an excellent but exhausted day in Cambridge, which included: wandering around "The Backs"; being mobbed by impudent ducks; almost falling asleep in Borders (where I went because they'd let me sit down); wandering around the Fitzwilliam art museum; almost falling asleep in the Europe 1700-1800 room; having a delicious cream tea with fair_terentia (who is lovely) while discussing Becoming Jane, choral music, David Tennant and other similarly thrilling subjects; attending Evensong at King's College and being equally wowed by the crazy-beautiful chapel and the really fantastic singing of the college choir; and finally, after dragging my luggage way out to the rail station and finding the right train, being welcomed (bleary-eyed and stupid) into the bosom of Stowmarket by my old roommate and her hubby.
Today, after a bath which seemed to have choirs of angels hovering over it, I went with them to Aldeburgh (rhymes with "Marlborough") and saw the North Sea, window-shopped and had scrumptious chips. On the way home we stopped at Woodbridge (or Woodsomething) and had a nice seaside walk and admired the boats.
And then... we watched Doctor Who. On live TV. A new episode.
Now that's the stuff that can only happen in England.
Today, after a bath which seemed to have choirs of angels hovering over it, I went with them to Aldeburgh (rhymes with "Marlborough") and saw the North Sea, window-shopped and had scrumptious chips. On the way home we stopped at Woodbridge (or Woodsomething) and had a nice seaside walk and admired the boats.
And then... we watched Doctor Who. On live TV. A new episode.
Now that's the stuff that can only happen in England.