To follow up on my Cambridge post, I wanted to share a glimpse of another town we passed, while driving at dusk through the winding roads of South Cambridgeshire. A small and sleepy village called Wimpole, with only a few streets to the left and to the right, and a large estate with farm lands that go on and on. Grazing sheep here and there and a chapel, with the most beautiful sky, high above where pinks melted into blues… And for that moment, all of this was to ourselves.
