Cambridge: A Daffodil-lined River Path To The Past
I love cities that offer a window into another era, so naturally, Cambridge has been my one of my most treasured day trips from London. Located just 40 mins from the centre, you’d expect it to just be brimming with tourists and swotty students – yes, there are rather a lot of those, but it’s also a place of immense beauty, grand history, that quintessential British culture and good-looking boys in boats.
Stroll through the cobbled streets of Cambridge for a few hours, and you’ll inevitably stumble upon Isaac Newton’s legendary apple tree, Stephen Hawking’s very peculiar clock, Alan Turing’s dormitory (with Pride flags-a-fluttering), William Wordsworth’s beloved daffodils, A.A. Milne’s cherished first edition of Winnie the Pooh, E.M. Forster’s favourite pub and C.S. Lewis’s hallowed lecture halls. If you linger a while, you’ll also encounter more illustrious names just casually dropped—whispers of Charles Darwin, Nabokov, Sylvia Plath, Lord Byron, Tennyson, John Milton, Ramanujan, Oppenheimer and more.
As you immerse yourself in the tales, drifting down the tranquil River Cam, counting bridges, and basking in the ambiance of the college “backs”, sunset arrives with surprising swiftness. I quicken my pace, trying to memorise all the details—the riotous wild daffodils and narcissus, the fragments of scattered history, the queues outside cute boutiques, and the aroma of the last few freshly baked Chelsea buns.. Amidst this symphony of sensations, it’s the tender touch of spring sunshine that truly makes the day unforgettable. Soft light dances off weathered Gothic, Neoclassical, and Tudor facades, seamlessly melding past grandeur with present-day charm while shifting shadows gently remind of the fleeting moment and brings me back to the present.
I come to realize Cambridge isn’t just a stuffy period piece with its historic buildings and illustrious alumni shaping the world for centuries. Nope, it’s a vibrant, pulsating modern city– but with a very different kind of buzz than normal. Here the dreamers and visionaries (some in tweed jackets, leather satchels and berets even) chase Nobel Prizes, savor delectable Chelsea buns at Flizbillies, dash to lectures, pedalling along winding streets, or they leisurely punt down the River Cam for a pint afterward (with the aforementioned good-looking boys in boats, of course). I’d say the city is more a ‘living museum’, where one can take a ticket to the past or a different kind of present, stay as long as you like to observe the intircate workings of all that / those make Britain – Great!
