“I only know that you may lie
Day-long and watch the Cambridge sky,
And, flower-lulled in sleepy grass,
Hear the cool lapse of hours pass”
— Rupert Brooke
There is a place where time stands still. The world may race on but the Orchard in Grantchester remains. There is no better place to laze all day under the apple trees and let your only worry be whether to put jam or cream on your scone.