What could be nicer than a literary lunch on a glorious October day at a beautiful location in Grantchester:
… “would I were
In Grantchester, in Grantchester!”
-except for an unseen menace,
“[ in] the lovely hamlet Grantchester”.
- a dog who smelt a pudding in a bag and got to it before being spotted.
Here they are again deciding the unlicked parts could still be eaten...
And so, with the dog (whose name was Winnie,) banished out of earshot, out of sight, lunch was restored.
“… Grantchester! Ah Grantchester!
There’s peace and holy quiet there…”
“Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?”
Quotes from 'The Old Vicarage, Grantchester' by Rupert Brooke 1912