Ted Hughes & Sylvia Plath's days in Grantchester.
“Remember Rupert Brooke’s poem? Well we had tea by the roaring fire at ‘The Orchard’ (where they serve tea under flowering trees in spring) and the ‘clock was set at ten to three’ and there was the most delectable dark clover honey and scones”
“We walked 15 miles yesterday through woods, fields, and fen, and came home through moonlit Grantchester and fields of sleeping cows”.
“Ted and I went up a green river in a punt … We had tea, honey and sandwiches under the apple trees in Grantchester”.
mw, nc & wy, it's v. 美中不足 u can't join floating-away.