A curtain of blue

Aliya and I walked across the meadows that stretch out from the edges of Cambridge, dodging thistles, nettles and cows. After we discovered crossed paths a few months ago, and overlaps from years back, we realised strange similarities that culminated in both of our arrivals in Cambridge. It was great walking along the trail of the river before I took these pictures of her in the last bits of early evening sun, when the sky was hovering between resolute white with small moments of blue coming through. 

Water spilt on the ground

I took pictures for the May Week edition of the paper in Cambridge. Antonia, Maddy and I wandered around on Sunday morning, climbing trees, drinking milkshakes and making stupid jokes. All year I'd wanted to do a shoot along Mill Road, which is full of creaky houses and old pubs, plus the UK's first internet cafe! Here's my favourite shot, taken in the garden of that cafe, plus another of Antonia in my back garden. 

Then He put His hands on his eyes again and made him look up

These are a combination of mine and Arturo's pictures from the end of the summer term in Cambridge, and the start of the summer in Versailles. We shared a camera most of the time, so they're all mixed together on the negative strips that we got back. These were taken on sunny days before formal dinners (the Cambridge Conservative society posing for a picture on the lawn outside of my window), when we climbed on college roofs, jumped into the deserted Emmanuel pool, and rescued abandoned bikes. In Versailles we cycled through the gardens with Morgan and Fabien, squinting at the sun, staring down the endless avenues, and drinking little cups of orange juice at the end of the day.

A feast is made for laughter

May Week in Cambridge absurdly falls in June, the week after exams and term have ended, and is set up to be consciously hazily hedonistic, lazy and lavish. Around the oysters, candyfloss and Pimms and lemonade that overflowed at every ball and garden party that we went to, we spent our time following the river into the countryside, discovering bright blue outdoor swimming pools, and duck-spotting. One afternoon between eating ice-cream on the college lawn and going punting in the night, Siobhan and I cycled to a strangely timeless open park of picnic tables and picket fences amongst the fields, where we marvelled at the colour of the pool and took these pictures.