In Which the Earl of Don and His Lady Marylee Conclude Their Travels to the Far Shores of Englande

Our final port of call, B & B wise, was a tiny hamlet just outside Cambridge. The rambling farmhouse was jam packed with gorgeous antiques, a hostess who could talk for Texas, and a dog named Lily.

Outside were surprises around every corner from cosy patios...

... to ancient mill stones.
The following day we hit the hallowed halls of Cambridge. Well, the streets anyway.




And the river Cam. No trip to Cambridge is complete without a bit of punting!

Our fabulous tour guide and captain of the ship. Whose name I've long since forgotten.

A Really Really Olde Bridge. Like super old. Like 400 years old. Or something.

Not really. Seeing as how it's wood and all.

It's called the Mathematical Bridge and the original was built in the 15th century for some clever reason by some clever person. It's been rebuilt several times since. The current bridge is only about 20 or 30 years old, more's the pity. Fortunately there's lots of other Really Really Old Stuff to ogle.

After all our punting, we were famished, so where else to partake of Afternoon Tea than Auntie's Tea Shop!


The scones weren't nearly as good as the ones at A La Ronde in Devon, but they were still darned tasty.

And that, my dear friends, was that. We headed back to London to recover before the Noble Parents boarded their winged coach back to the Shires of Idaho. Back to bumbling about the country on my own.

Suddenly I find myself craving scones... hmmm....