The big house.
Today my visiting friend learned that I had not been joking when I said that it would take three times as long to walk to the Cambridge rail station as it would take to travel by train to Audley End, the station nearest to the seventeenth-century Audley End House, this weekend the site of a Victorian Fayre. By the end of the day, we'd walked through city streets, up pavements in the country, through manicured grounds, and eventually even through a fen. And we'd even managed to squeeze in a trio of bowling games before getting our Indian food.
Baby birds abounded everywhere we went.
A true Victorian Fayre would have been impossible without Her Majesty's presence.