Last weekend, my wife and I went to Cambridge to visit her side of the family (her brother, sister-in-law and her lovely niece who is also mine since I got married). We had a great weekend. The in-laws have always been great hosts and we had the occasion to spoil our niece rotten, which is always fun.
I love Cambridge, it is a beautiful English city with history and a lot of character. When we visit them, we never see the city enough, but it is always a pleasure to get a glimpse of it, especially on such a lovely Autumn weekend. Since Saturday, the season, which had been pretty warm so far, has decided to show its true nature: it is now cold and often dry and windy. On Sunday, we walked downtown, then in the afternoon we went walking in a park by the River Cam. With the right clothes, the cold was just bearable enough to enjoy our time out. I love those moments, when I walk on crackling dead leaves, feel the cold air on the cheeks, admire the view. October in England is still green compared to where I come from, but it still displays some nice colours. And as I said, Cambridge has history, which compensates for the lack of colour. Walking by an old church, I was feeling like in a Hammer movie.