Grantchester Meadows is probably the second-most breathtaking natural landscape I’ve ever been privy to. (The first being the Cliffs of Moher.) Somehow I imagined that England, being much smaller than even the state of Georgia and much older, would be clustered and cramped. But Grantchester was wide open, clean, and wild in the most indescribably thrilling way.
As with the cliffs–perhaps in a less epic way, in a more steadfast way–I felt as if I were out of time. Existing in the present and the past. Both myself and in the company of generations. Does that make sense? I suppose it’s the feeling of being in tune with history. But that’s what nature does: it connects us to the earth’s memory.
I apologize if that’s all a bit too poetic for your tastes. Do head the cycling tips below. And be sure to grab a bite at The Orchard Tea Gardens or The Green Man if you’re in the mood for a sturdier drink.
If you’re not in the mood to make the trek back to town/campus, consider hiring a punt to pick you up and take a moonlit cruise down the Granta and into the Cam. (Be warned: you still have to pay for round trip punting even if you’re not in the punt. But I’ve heard it’s worth every pence.)