after the dust had settled, Y sprung into tour guide mode and took me on a whirlwind tour of her adopted home. high on her list was her happy place, the orchard in grantchester, home to many a literary bright. it was as if time had stood still and but for my incoming whatsapps, i would've thought we'd returned to an era where rupert brooke was the coolest cat in town. there was a certain stillness to the gardens and the dappled light made for a picturesque tea of clotted cream and scones. funny story here. one of the qualities i admire most in Y (and believe you me, she has manY!) is her hustle. clever girl was the last one in the tea room just before they shut the doors at 5pm. in fact, they were almost shut in her face but she put her impeccable manners to good use and sweet talked the waitress into letting her in. score!
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