Grantchester

Here's some lines of poetry that I recorded at Byron's Pool. They come from a called 'The Old Vicarage, Grantchester', by Rupert Brooke.

In Grantchester, in Grantchester! -
Some, it may be, can get in touch
With Nature there, Or Earth, or such.
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I only know that you may lie
Day-long and watch the Cambridge sky,
And, flower-lulled in sleepy grass,
Hear the cool lapse of hours pass,
Until the centuries blend and blur
In Grantchester, in Grantchester ....
Still in the dawnlit waters cool
His ghostly Lordship swims his pool,
And tries the strokes, essays the tricks,
Long learnt on Hellespont, or Styx. 

Punting!!!!

On Tuesday 25th June we rented a punt at Scudamores Punting Company though the rent was only a day, well less than a day - 90 mins, though it was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Amazing. It was amazing in lots of ways. One of the reasons that made it amazing was because Lydia dropped her toy penguin into the water. Jacob kept pointing out birds (though I didn't see much, mainly swifts and ducks.). For some of the time Bec and I talked about a little man we made up.