As requested by Bob, I posted these pics on the blue forum a while back.
I was born and grew up near to Grantchester Meadows Cambridge.
Imagine the young Syd, Roger, David and Bob Klose hanging around here
on a hot summers day, playing their guitars in the early 60s.
David Gilmour lived in the road named Grantchester Meadows, at no. 109 ( I think)
At the end of his street is 'the cut' leading to the meadows.
'Do they still meet there by the cut?'
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David lived here:
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The end of the street:
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The start of 'The Cut':
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Out of the cut into Grantchester Meadows. The footpath leads to Grantchester village
with the River Cam (some call it River Granta) to the left by the trees.
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Looking back with Dave's house in the distance:
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The beautiful meadows:
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At the southern end is Grantchester and The Red Lion Inn:
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'Grantchester Meadows'
By Roger Waters
Icy wind of night, be gone.
This is not your domain.
In the sky a bird was heard to cry.
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied a deathly silence that lay all around.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down.
All around me,
Golden sunflakes settle on the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down.
All around me,
Golden sunflakes covering the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
