<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2025 06:46:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>trip reports</category><category>Cambridge</category><category>England</category><category>France</category><category>food</category><category>football</category><category>vocabulary</category><category>Christmas</category><category>London</category><category>Europe</category><category>biking</category><category>cycle rides</category><category>pubs</category><category>Italy</category><category>Lake District</category><category>Oxford</category><category>Rome</category><category>World Cup</category><category>autumn</category><category>beer</category><category>belgium</category><category>cambridge folk festival</category><category>cycling</category><category>entertainment</category><category>ferry</category><category>ghent</category><category>hemingford grey</category><category>little wilbraham</category><category>music</category><category>products</category><category>sunday roast</category><category>walking</category><title>DC Editors in Cambridge</title><description></description><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (KT&amp;JT)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-1398271000352913269</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2011 10:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-16T10:40:41.254+00:00</atom:updated><title>4 years, 2 months, 4 days</title><atom:summary type="text">… and it feels like 5 minutes. Didn’t we just get here?

No, it turns out. Four years of adventures. Four years of living. Four years of working. Four years of playing.



We get complimented a lot on making the most of our time in England. This was a conscious decision. Before February 2007, we had two TVs and two TiVOs in our one-bedroom apartment. Our YMCA memberships rarely got used. Moving </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2011/04/4-years-2-months-4-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KT&amp;JT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRIBLM8nXbpRuAkKIg5oek9fzgPE0UFfVKBAlZ5JJ5-RqXLs2VD3__SnMQSbOK97RJX-_gPuauyICYx33YqHgGzboT9zPD2W_MNHEa_Pzkrdmv732HTR1qQaHFJq_Pbyj8Pz_UGSbFxro/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-1747953065263065062</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-13T14:48:44.559+00:00</atom:updated><title>One last ...</title><atom:summary type="text">We&#39;re down to the last week. We&#39;ve had gorgeous weather lately, so this weekend we took a break from packing and rode our bikes up the river to Fen Ditton for one last Sunday roast. Absolutely lovely.


 </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-last.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileo9fk0Eib4XEAKeUJK6LnIV04JPPIrEQXP-dhQNELGaj94RRpvS4WJh5QNxYGXIy5ZUIw6sz2hITfpv-_5zL5_49ovoPuutWWuNbJi4RRLUBJb9OgbbEMrpEyYDQZ6lshWGTE-SxYWg7/s72-c/DSC_4654.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-5286972359134395755</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-12T21:27:33.641+00:00</atom:updated><title>Are You Ready for the Royal Wedding?</title><atom:summary type="text">I was biking through the small village of Fen Ditton when I came across these signs. Many villages and city blocks throughout England will be hosting wedding parties when Willie and Kate get married later this month. I think KT and I have mixed feelings about being gone for it. It would be amusing to see how the nation goes crazy that week--but it&#39;s probably better to leave while we still love it</atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-you-ready-for-royal-wedding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jt)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYtLXcQiZdaYLq7xjPzspMCXJI8XOkiVK12qzXoo7fK8JLVpzqipXDAI96sRGSeOoaVP3xDfCSZN_DIFhb1IPgk8bY0YTQ60YNwup1t3sjdjxzHY0N4cgXCuQTr9qBCdLVi-wugYniamM2/s72-c/fenditton.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-6216743126657418778</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2011 22:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-13T22:05:42.324+00:00</atom:updated><title>The Red Notebook.</title><atom:summary type="text">I got the red notebook out yesterday.


It&#39;s not a particularly special notebook, really -- just a CVS notebook of a nice size with perforated pages and a pocket. Probably only my mother and I care about these features, but they are features that make it a good workhorse notebook.

It has been about 4 years since I used it -- to organize our move to England. We filled it with to-do lists and </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-notebook.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic63XVZxuGGpIeP1oPxs5V7IIBInTte6bo-Mr68EiIdCmpmnJnUCW3MeY0N9PBdLPcUGaSXPOsUTGUn_BPPKn89vTQL0NoHAwOLCIUJYHoq5fAaxpfrwuAJGnE-8VGctRE8tcBdcguDavk/s72-c/DSC_4121.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-2592319496564965519</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 21:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-13T21:37:03.508+00:00</atom:updated><title>Still Feeling Peakish</title><atom:summary type="text">
As the last weekend in January approached, work seemed overwhelming and the  weather was dreary and cold (32 F is cold here), so the idea of a road trip  wasn’t as appealing as it had been earlier in the week. But we woke up Saturday  morning and decided that we don’t have enough time left here to waste any  opportunities. The road trip was back on.

The plan was to head to Castleton, because 1)</atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-feeling-peakish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3KPIpPDXEKdBfZuZ4CGDUysL99_cERPHUsxztVqctawnNiyuSfVQHdVZx0ADl71k_6Pvn0mpe9jlJjLLKitvzvqG2tnX3guXMGB5LHKEK4h3pYp1c_643CtV-CV1F_Hi0Fv3Vm6dhDSy/s72-c/DSC_3413-1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-1054807426458388663</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-17T02:23:21.168+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Oxford</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trip reports</category><title>My First Love</title><atom:summary type="text">Perhaps you&#39;ve gathered that I love Cambridge. I love its compact size, its public green spaces, the old colleges, the river, the silly town-versus-gown tussles, the pubs, its gardens, its bike-ability.

&amp;nbsp;


But it&#39;s not my first (English town) love.

That hono(u)r goes to Oxford.


&amp;nbsp;





I got my very first passport in 2000 to come to Oxford for work. 






I don&#39;t really remember </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2001/02/my-first-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVnxYz51ersWcGScil9AV7J_hfmCUoyfqWXxX5u0ag9yCEYKXeSwbfTppAlZLyt6GR8gaxNq-VoJk9YDhuq_zPLIfcoe50IGk91ZJsIBrj4cfSqhP5Jmhuq7b7z0JU3jSAEYUwRC-osGH/s72-c/DSC_3171.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-7123432599658516638</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2011 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-15T22:43:48.702+00:00</atom:updated><title>New Year&#39;s Rambles</title><atom:summary type="text">We hadn&#39;t really done much walking -- in the English way that walking is a sport/serious hobby -- since the walking weekend we went on last February. In fact, we just talked about whether that group thinks we were scared away. Not at all; we just got busy with lots of houseguests and lots of travel, and then it was time to get on our bikes, which we rode at every opportunity. Travel, houseguests,</atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-rambles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYNNXG_wWVjpc-WOYs45nh7vOQW3s92VNDD1yjrhzJCfL3v2vG0WuSn7cZSJAuYT97a8tmDhDnXcH0aVXIMujSWP-T4OexmAH2yhXw-DXNP5SqMemZFI9cKU4LL9Gg2JNh8_Ne8v5LBLy/s72-c/DSC_2991.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-4163138432517220652</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 10:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-31T11:27:22.782+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">biking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cycle rides</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trip reports</category><title>Oh Chateau! A cycling adventure in the Loire Valley</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Oh, chateau.&quot;I&#39;m not sure when my wife started saying that, perhaps after we visited the Versailles palace one trip to Paris, but she usually uttered it in a wistful way that implied she immediately wanted me to transport her to France so she could enjoy great wine and cheese on the lawn of one of these grand residences that used to belong to French nobility and upper-class.So, when it came time</atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-chateau-cycling-adventure-in-loire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KT&amp;JT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcGpm43rphMkqTt1A34FE_AVvXUuRM6u6vOVa2JV_AUWiEgZ9ul3KQUrzk-MYz_uLmJlFfYKZz3ncFiBLf4lgIPSieGhMPyyXxcQboLT3AvEekU70KqAqF2bdEcYEYaEkGU8LymCiwDs0/s72-c/DSC_1168.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-7516356162196376951</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2010 23:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-25T23:17:37.618+00:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Christmas from Cambridge!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Merry Christmas on a picture-perfect day in Cambridge! This is snow left over from last weekend (and perhaps a fresh 1/4 inch from Tuesday) -- the snow that shut Heathrow airport for days. We were actually in the US last week, scheduled to fly out on Monday, a day when most flights to London were cancelled. We took our flight from Detroit to Washington DC, fully prepared to spend up to a week </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-from-cambridge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lTgwZVRDxCiahEOl-z5JIlyC4I1T6efDBqoB5ouqgTpPnISeV7WWnwWjx6SfdX5egCbcKfF8wg3CkkKu_4nIh9Z6asIL-YPpegFMLFDbB9WgC285ddZuK8CWfW4kvJdkXb2oXp22qTQy/s72-c/DSC_2928.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-6747869595515012568</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-27T23:23:37.968+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Italy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rome</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trip reports</category><title>When in Rome ...</title><atom:summary type="text">We&#39;re just back from Rome and Sorrento, and earlier this month I was in the US. Now I&#39;m enjoying one of my 10 days at home (by which I mean Cambridge) this month. After a lull in traveling, it seems like the suitcase is always out. This last trip was good fun, and included two friends from Washington DC. For the fans of our self-portraits, I thought you might enjoy one that includes all four of </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-in-rome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KT&amp;JT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFmeLWK_8FrHgdIfYm5a5d99yDZGgNRh_m1thDE-cObj52V_y1taqVqVEpqhgsijOgpfg0fPWRk8X2YMJetIcOKuWRHw3SEErv9zYpoBTYMEaMthoveBfi0-57CuToBndLRV5DaKrymQ/s72-c/IMG_1610.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-6656760466626037136</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2010 07:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-28T07:52:31.545+00:00</atom:updated><title>Oh my fjord.</title><atom:summary type="text">I have a loooooong post on our 3-day trip to Norway that I still haven&#39;t managed to finish. While you wait, I thought I&#39;d provide a lovely video of a Norwegian Fjord to entertain you. 



Fjord Tour from dceditors on Vimeo.

This is in Sognefjord, &quot;Norway&#39;s longest and deepest fjord,&quot; says the Web site.

The cruise was between Gudvagen and Flam, as illustrated here:


View Fjord cruise in a </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-my-fjord.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-5716863990386748423</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-25T06:03:55.681+00:00</atom:updated><title>Into the (London) Woods and to the Queen&#39;s Castle We Go</title><atom:summary type="text">When I told a colleague about some vacation plans in a few weeks, she emailed back &quot;Another vacation?&quot; I was initially a bit annoyed because we actually haven&#39;t taken a real (week or more) vacation all year, and I have more than half my vacation days left. But I understood why she made the comment. KT and I have become good at exploiting work trips to visit new places, even if we just have a day </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/09/into-london-woods-and-to-queens-castle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KT&amp;JT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchXCEyyElG0DrE6gaswmp3jRaenvVtoWFKRdNYIjDbHG51UDqCysowLYkUsXepmCWl3jCSDByMAz6eHDrUPxG6B9NxRO-mvVLoCLm2Tglj3xPQRT_Wt9WiPiIIjDyaGDKKR-ZSxJJWKb3/s72-c/DSC_0699.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-4950079376737593184</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T15:45:01.471+00:00</atom:updated><title>Shouldn&#39;t we have a punting license, or insurance?</title><atom:summary type="text">.


Dan was the first brave one
One of the regular things we do with guests is take a punt tour of the colleges along the river Cam. A punt is a flat-bottomed boat pushed with a long pole, much like the gondolas in Venice. On a&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;Cambridge day, a guided punt tour is a relaxing way to learn some history and see the beautiful &quot;Backs&quot; of the colleges, the buildings and gardens </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/09/shouldnt-we-have-punting-license-or.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KT&amp;JT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVf47CAXY8echI3TsM5FukGl40jOYIVhNVEujVYGATdtgb2pJue4_nOH7syfHEyIfIsYUA3AqEYRNMgIHq9HWPCgigswLpk1cxQLh1V-xw-_U3QmA9d2KnhAGoS3sMgF6Xh-588waIm2E/s72-c/JTpunting2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-8656329992541775162</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 22:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-21T23:55:10.360+00:00</atom:updated><title>DC Editors Take Edinburgh, 2010 Edition</title><atom:summary type="text">
I know, I know. We’ve been to Edinburgh before. One year ago, in fact. But nothing says summer vacation like a trip north to Scotland. It may be the opposite of going to the beach, but it’s crazy fun.

To refresh your memory, Edinburgh hosts something like 11 festivals in August – arts, books, jazz, dance, you name it. The big draw for us is the Fringe – more than 2000 performances ranging from </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/08/dc-editors-take-edinburgh-2010-edition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_krgXf5OayZJJBV63C1yML4G1vgrGTs9G78ikds5YmtXyw_3r7jM8l3fAxc1rtTLLNSPB1kLvYLpatos0mgyomceIRd_f4FdPpudrbGrukV8krsHhwK3w91iiQPNnysEC5CyZa8QxSFaI/s72-c/DSC_0598.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-6609955434706066123</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 07:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-09T07:59:56.086+00:00</atom:updated><title>Better Late than Never, or Wet and Wild in Scotland</title><atom:summary type="text">KT and I&amp;nbsp;are returning to&amp;nbsp;Edinburgh in August for more of the Fringe (Remember the 30+ shows we saw last year?). And that made me all the more&amp;nbsp;embarrassed&amp;nbsp;we never blogged about&amp;nbsp;the post-Edinburgh part of our Scotland vacation. So...let&#39;s get it done.

First up, here&#39;s an Edinburgh recap in a photo-album. It includes some of the Military Tatoo where the famous Swiss Top </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/08/better-late-than-never-or-wet-and-wild.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KT&amp;JT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3QQExkIQcMAN6EM5GeVgMF_Bz19cSpoN5FVpXL0jxoNyyfzJZBfXwfEJjiW2kG4ToqpA-ORYs2xXqzAK_Qamadewhq5go52FtCm67-YkiYyhMAavq0sS0c6EOll3oGKl5eUEJSckk9pM/s72-c/DSC_4989.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-1687235704970629738</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-03T19:35:02.672+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cambridge</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cambridge folk festival</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><title>Cambridge Folk Festival 2010</title><atom:summary type="text">Four years later, I&#39;m not sure I have an answer to what folk music looks like in England. But I do know that this year&#39;s lineup at the Cambridge Folk Festival was an eclectic mix of acts from all over the world. I also know that it was darn good fun.

Summer music festivals are The Thing in Britain (perhaps Europe?). The most popular are Glastonbury and the BBC Proms, but there are hundreds. I do</atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/08/cambridge-folk-festival-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJYjsLwExodtMddFKl7vrkRWKboTYMpNtDBA63VxHqgDmClRnnLmxmXqwzhOPyfJmb2ZLpJ5Y3ZfuGTXPOPxZ5TzvRv2sD637T4tbfIvhUOzD85ruKn4rkwI3nm-jfWblX4FBLscTOnSMT/s72-c/DSC_0478.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-3874007364640276385</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-25T23:20:13.153+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hemingford grey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pubs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sunday roast</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">walking</category><title>Sunday roast and a ramble</title><atom:summary type="text">It feels silly to even write about Sunday roast as an event anymore, but today we headed out withour friends A&amp;amp;E to the village of Hemingford Grey for Sunday lunch at a charming pub/restaurant called The Cock. Chuckle if you must, but this is a serious place. Such pleasant experiences are almost enough to make us forget the UK&#39;s lack of  Sunday brunch foods made with copious amounts of butter</atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunday-roast-and-ramble.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabKD7Pp8VqJ1xNbBkp5hSfjhe1V76VzZH9gCpXiZOwtbOM3QHni5Mf3xHUxfsAG67wafd3hdBfv6mkwCVTpbEPhSu72WWaI0vjDkmH04Puktf4yKGpFwvwW1tC2SdTtkLDSx1EZp8-2fC/s72-c/DSC_0334.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-3998344997104396264</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-25T20:08:15.191+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cycle rides</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little wilbraham</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pubs</category><title>Hole in the Wall, Little Wilbraham</title><atom:summary type="text">The nice weather is infectious. I had been awake for 5 minutes when JT suggested a bike ride to a village pub for lunch. Since I had slept the entire morning away, this meant leaving fairly quickly. Knowing where we were heading, I was happy to oblige. The Hole in the Wall in Little Wilbraham may well be our new favorite place. Lovely ride, delicious food.          See and download the full </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/07/hole-in-wall-little-wilbraham.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-6238856783031158164</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-22T19:45:07.460+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">football</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">World Cup</category><title>The World Cup Runneth Over</title><atom:summary type="text">JT is a huge sports fan, so it’s no surprise that he’s taken to  football/soccer, keeping tabs on our own Cambridge United, following the  premiership league in England, and, of course, watching the World Cup. I’m less  of a sports fan, but I certainly appreciate that in Europe, football is a  universal language – far more so than in the US.

This year, the World Cup has provided the opportunity </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup-runneth-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGNtbAAKyOWAp4VWZq9-LR9z_smXoZv52QonzkwaAxvbASWIG-IXYubHny_Q7iLcY3ZKDWRItFaLXuPfJO2tiTEDOPnAOT0f21Uhu7M44mN3akV0gW2nLvL8rWqww17LCZf23NboK7dG_/s72-c/CIMG0103.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-7823372760261247025</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 00:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-28T08:12:56.894+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">London</category><title>Wimbledon!</title><atom:summary type="text">We collapsed into our seats on the District line train Tuesday night, excited and exhausted from our afternoon/evening at Wimbledon. On the ride home, JT says, &quot;That was awesome. I wish we had seen  someone famous, though.&quot; I stayed quiet, because I really only know the  super rock stars of tennis and wouldn&#39;t have known someone famous if  they came up and shook my hand. As it turns out, we had </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/06/wimbledon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmo6931otHA_AvOOzhBiMQiYjjxPuqmrRab4c6OQEi1zskXr1waLLETjEYWYxQTmQRf_5J1Sh8y2gz6gxgfaxnaC-gP1x3_fVhKdr3ye1pCr0SHMjs84PFypyO6ShAsf03strTdHLX6Hm/s72-c/DSC_9998.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-1937085027114735827</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 21:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-20T21:52:29.077+00:00</atom:updated><title>London Poses</title><atom:summary type="text">I got told twice today that I couldn&#39;t take pictures of something. The first was trying to capture a &#39;GUESTLIST ONLY&#39; sign + the 4 security guards + the inside of a wannabe-posh club. The security guards were having none of that. The second time was trying to take a picture of a handsome dog. His owner says, &quot;no photos, please.&quot; Whaaa ...? Rather annoying, that.

But fortunately, some others were</atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/06/london-poses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JyjckfRZZb3NKnbj1lnEl9FjHhyphenhyphenjYLX4Q0ZD_LPGCs4H7DnPWPxqyjnvzgCIKglbb-W2PzIPZB-HsRoITqJDA2I328OKx072cKwUoYneTfmK-p4_EnoTLjXM-DDsriWrBXnXCt2RTBD4/s72-c/DSC_9877.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-3162168460252911672</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-19T19:24:42.961+00:00</atom:updated><title>The World Cup of Crisps</title><atom:summary type="text">The British are quite fond of their crisps..what we Americans call potato chips. And they’re not shy about being creative with flavours. For example, we’ve seen Ham and Mustard, as well as Steak and Ale crisps. But now things are getting out of hand. In honor of this year’s football/soccer World Cup, of which it is a sponsor, snack food producer Walkers has launched the FlavourCup&amp;nbsp;, </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/05/world-cup-of-crisps.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KT&amp;JT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguBd3GK9yYusokIYeCr_tV2GL4su64X74Cei4DFf5WgQUc1d5pkJrygHOPFTkBdUaWtfpmCKVApuxZa4Wt9KgCPFOuc1Bu9zNfW46Wr9pMtw6xvxXDjvjeSpUUQ3q12UJEwanwdPUtIt4/s72-c/DSC_9537.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-7676798740002709891</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2010 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-08T20:55:52.454+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">belgium</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cycling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ferry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ghent</category><title>Trip Report: Cycling Belgium</title><atom:summary type="text">“Let’s ride our bikes to Belgium and sample some beers and chocolates!”    Like many brilliant/insane ideas, this one began in a pub. About a year ago, we were enjoying a beer festival at the Cambridge Blue when we got to chatting with another couple who were up from London. After we had established that we were all fans of both beer and cycling in flat places, they told us about one of their </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-report-cycling-belgium.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KT&amp;JT)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIK06xvaR0eU4IxJc1lTkaCh1Aobump7mb0YDz4h19DsdUzN0zf3SeiYfNt7uVcF_WKoqIGPpNFMK2ofuxWMspvMWFcnlOPYeKCPrPogoyBvt2XdnbhNpydq6VIzj7ijuvTJtOkAqSA9w/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-2084310192913116528</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-21T20:35:08.641+00:00</atom:updated><title>Aaah, spring</title><atom:summary type="text">When our chilly winter finally broke, we were ever so grateful to say hello to spring. And even though the days may not always be quite as warm as we&#39;d like, we&#39;re happy to see spring. It means we&#39;re out on our bikes,

and the flowers are blooming (photo at Regents Park, London),

and it means pitchers of Pimms have appeared in the pubs.


Since 1993, spring has meant Texas Aggie Muster for me, </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/04/aaah-spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPkRk1JRSwmQN_ABWLLb9tGoVROoOFpR0KZBjsrXIevjDv4WhX8xgtHzYXMvzF8sxwyRWEG3GItip8sm5eOcDtzeRgv31_3aFeryX9Dltw5czc0EaT5LoT_KwNKTjJEqTQTfAWRTP8CnP/s72-c/IMG_0725.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383552423831858847.post-2062150978760851564</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 16:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-12T16:58:59.282+00:00</atom:updated><title>You Know You&#39;re British If...</title><atom:summary type="text">The Association of British Science Writers recently announced new journalism awards, which sounded like good news until I saw I wasn’t eligible according to the initial guidelines—only British and Irish writers need apply. I protested a bit and ABSW has apparently made me eligible with the clarification that “British and Irish journalists may be either nationals, permanent residents or with the </atom:summary><link>http://dceditorsincambridge.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-youre-british-if.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (KT&amp;JT)</author></item></channel></rss>