“In an English Spring-Time” is often well received at readings. Last month I made a visit to Cambridge with a friend. (No, not the same person of the poem.) At my request we sought out the shop that sells the amazing Chelsea buns. I now have the establishment’s name. It is Fitzbillies. Their buns are made with real honey. Plus they now serve good coffee next door, too. All better (and cheaper) to order as ‘take away’ and then to eat, of course, on the banks of the Cam.
Some simple pleasures endure.