Forget all thoughts of old mortar boards, ladies.
Cambridge delivers hen weekends of merit and distinction. It’s a mixture of history and class, sumptuous cuisine, scenic lanes and spacious greens - where students pour out of those famous old college buildings to converge on various cafes and shops, prior to joining you at one of the town’s many excellent bar-come-restaurant-DJ-assisted nightspots for a natter and a laugh.
Cambridge hen weekends may not be renowned for banging club scenes, beaches or happy hours, but what they do, they do well. You don’t have to be punted up the Cam to fall under the spell of the dreamy spires - this is a city as rich in markets, health clubs and horse racing as it is in fountains, dons and doctorates. If you’re a hen group confident of making the grade, bring the girls to Cambridge and let Last Night of Freedom do the honours.
Cambridge is quaint and peaceful during the day, but has a wild side at night. I just love it.
A hen weekend in Cambridge will involve a modicum of chilled-out coffee-bar chats, a frisson of shoe shopping and a soupcon of wine-fuelled photos on the way to one of the many cocktail caverns along the picturesque waterside. Forget fire engines, pole dancing lessons, male strippers, devil horns, tailored T-shirts and plastic penises, and think champagne, horse racing, craft stalls, croissants, cappuccinos, parks, marquees, punts and…posh students. Cambridge is a charming oasis – here’s to a luxurious hen weekend.