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On a quiet autumn morning
we walk from Silver Street
along the Backs
and the copper leaves are thick underfoot.
There are so many memories
in these bridges, gates and avenues
that the past walks alongside us
in the bright light and cold air.
we walk from Silver Street
along the Backs
and the copper leaves are thick underfoot.
There are so many memories
in these bridges, gates and avenues
that the past walks alongside us
in the bright light and cold air.
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heaven.
ReplyDeleteExquisite images.
ReplyDeleteIf you were there this weekend then you may have just missed me - it's a regular Saturday morning amble down into town from dropping the Smalls off at their choir in West Rd. Cambridge was astonishingly lovely this weekend - well, as long as you stayed out of the shops, that is.
ReplyDeletea beautiful collection of pictures... the alley with the copper leaves as you called them is a dream : )
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful reminder of home. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWonderful images, I have never found my way to the non-commercial areas of Cambridge. Sadly.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful and peaceful.
ReplyDeleteOh Alice ...
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Beautiful. My memories of Cambridge, last visited many years ago, are less lovely: it was cold and damp; it took about 4 attempts to obtain a clean fork in a little bistro where we lunched; but we did listen to a young girl busking - something delicate and classical, played on a violin. The rest is forgotten; how alarming!
ReplyDelete'that the past walks alongside us' you touched me again xx
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