|Dad in younger days on the meadows|
Leaving Grantchester, Cambridge bound.
Dad always loved gardens and country life.
A favourite view.
He always stopped a while at this spot.
It's the place I think of him most.
The gate to the next meadow.
Another place to pause.
The weather wasn't perfect for photos but
that wouldn't have stopped my father;
he went to town whatever the weather.
A pocketful of walnuts could be found here,
to be carried home and saved for Christmas.
The butcher's at Newnham.
And Silver Street Mill.
Whenever Dad came home from holiday there
were always lots of photos of boats.
Past the bike-shop.
And finally to the Market Square.