Many consider Cambridge as being a beautiful unspoilt small town with old buildings unsullied by the worst ravages of commercial excess. It is a view that I find myself expressing as I casually talk to people around the country. It is a viewpoint based upon what I see as I travel to and from work everyday not one from old photos or Disney-like recollections from visits long ago. Here is a photo that I took about two years ago of a portion of Downing Street just a few hundred metres from where I work. The view can hardly have changed in a hundred years. There are no satellite dishes, aerials, advertising posters or even graffiti - no plastic, no bollards, no sleeping policemen or helpful signs telling you something that you don't need to know. This is the view of Cambridge that is all too easy to lodge in one's consciousness - it is after all a view that is repeated in hundreds of locations around Cambridge. But, look more closely and there are signs of progress. There are lines on the road, there is tarmac and electric lights too and the stone work is mostly rather too clean. But, these are details that we filter out rather easily they are such an obvious part of normal life that they no longer warrant any attention.There is something very privileged about cycling past King's College Chapel early on a Saturday morning when the students are still tucked-up in bed and tourists are breakfasting in their hotels. King's Parade is tidy, devoid of litter with green neat grass and clean stone buildings. From the vantage point of a twenty-first century cyclist, off to do a parkrun on a weekend, it looks splendid and well preserved - a town and University unchanged. A town very similar to that captured in this picture from June 1940 taken by my wife's uncle (Donald Smith) of his sister and mother walking down King's Parade. Of course war-time Britain was not entirely representative of the mid-twentieth century - there was much happening that made towns and villages look and feel much older and quieter than they had been only a few years before. In many old photos wartime austerity throws the scenery back decades or centuries to a simpler less clustered time.
On seeing the photo it stuck me that the scene must look almost unchanged today and I set out on a Friday afternoon to try and stand exactly where Don had and take a photo of the scene 70 years later. The 1940 photo was taken somewhere near midday as the shadows are pointing north and by the look of the length of the shadows, if the photo was taken in June, it must have been very early June. So, my photo late afternoon in October, 2012 was going to look slightly different. But, I didn't expect it to look quite so different.
