I doubt there is another poet, from Li Po to Dylan Thomas, who managed to drink so hard and still write so much and so honestly about drinking.
--Earle Birney (of Lowry)
"So maybe the Reading Room is magic because books really are magic. I read once that books bend both space and time, and the more books you have in one place, the more space and time will bend and twist and fold over itself.”
― Kelly Barnhill
A picture of Cambridge every day since 2010. (No 5000) Tuesday 5th December 2023.
So here it is - my final picture of uninterrupted daily photographs of Cambridge - 5,000 consecutive posts over 13 years. I’m sure you’ll forgive the fact that it wasn’t taken today but a week ago today when the full moon eased itself between the turrets of an illuminated King’s College Chapel. I knew the moment I pressed the shutter that I wanted it to be the last photograph of my daily pictures not just because this frame is undoubtedly the most recognisable view in Cambridge but because for me the full moon symbolises a moment of release and completion and a time to sit in the fullness of life and feel grateful for my blessings. The full moon is also associated with madness, of which I must have had a portion to have stuck with this for so long!
I’d like to thank you all for your likes, comments and stories along the way - you have made A Cambridge Diary a heartwarming community and a place to share memories with Cambridge folk both from the town and the university. Most of all I’d like to thank everyone who has appeared in my pictures over the past thirteen years: the bikers, bowlers and buskers; the carpenters, choristers, clothiers and constables; the dancers, diners and dog-walkers; the entertainers and extras; the gardeners and graduates; the kayakers; the lecturers and lingerie models; the painters, parents, pensioners, porters, praelectors, proctors, professors and punters; the readers, revellers, rowers and runners; the scaffolders, scullers, singers, skateboarders, soldiers, stonemasons, strollers, students and swimmers; the tourists and touts; the walkers and workers. I’d also like to thank the cats, dogs, ducks, rabbits, squirrels and swans, and Queen Elizabeth I and His Holiness the Dalai Lama. To you all, my sincere thanks.
Whilst this is my final daily picture it doesn’t mean the end of A Cambridge Diary as I’ll still be posting my pictures from five and ten years ago and I’m sure there will be the occasional new picture popping up now and then - just not every day. Oh, and I still have to walk home don’t I?
Love to all
Martin
5 December 1916 Isaac Rosenberg writes to Laurence Binyon ‘Mr Gibson's new book 'Battle' was sent to me. Most of the poems are really fine & absolutely express the thing.'
Good God! At last they are beginning to take me seriously. This imposes a terrible burden on me. I must redouble my laughter.
— Lawrence Durrell, The Alexandria Quartet (1957-1960)
photo: Ulf Andersen
📖 Just reread POSSESSION by A.S. Byatt after a trusted friend urged me to give it another chance. I first read it 25 years ago & declared it ‘not really my cup of tea’. I didn’t see the humour, nor the brilliance. This time am bereft to finish it and don’t know what to read now.
Three days of squall and rain. The wind moans on the promontory, and all day long the threshing of sea sounds on the white rock outside the house. Trees lean and whirl. . . .
This is the first taste of winter.
— Lawrence Durrell, Prospero's Cell (1945)
Kalami Bay, Corfu
“Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes…”
Christina Rossetti, born 5 December 1830
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