The previous week was somewhat overwhelming for a variety of reasons; the weather added to the entire ordeal. That’s why, when we noticed the odd golden orb in the sky, we didn’t hesitate to go for a lengthy walk, choosing Chesterton as one of the destinations (one of L.’s first Cambridge locations was there: it’s amusing to think that he went to the Lab and Clare from the opposite side of Cambridge 40 years ago).

The city does feel strange these days: it’s still not sunny enough for proper spring yet it’s warm(-ish), and, despite the muted colours, everything is blooming and looking lovely.

So there—Orchard Close (one of the most picturesque central streets), Midsummer Common with young calves chewing dandelions, that weird Michelin star restaurant by the river (still haven’t been in and am not sure if I want to), the bridge, and then Chesterton’s oldest St. Andrew’s church that I love dearly for its silence, magnificent Victorian stained glass, gargoyles and decrepit gravestones in the abandoned cemetery. That was a nice walk.