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| Graffiti, Sawston. Photo by Jo Sinclair |
In villages close to Cambridge city I find little gestures of pastoral graffiti.
Byron's Pool beauty spot is only perfectly beautiful if you're deaf. The dumb din of tin boxes hurtling along the M11 spoils the tranquility of this popular nature reserve famous for Romantics Byron and Rupert Brooke. Though bucolic bliss was blighted by a monolithic weir concreted and railed like a multi-storey car-park, shady paths snake through mature woodland and willows sweep the Cam as it flows slowly past. A graffiti artist has inserted several heron/stork stencils into the scene.
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| Photo by Jo Sinclair |
There's a chain-link fence forbidding entry to the Trumpington Meadows building site next door, but walkers or graffitiists have wrenched holes in it. While emails implore me to
Save The Greenbelt, I try to imagine who's responsible for the spray-painted birds. A 'Big Development' exec in suit, safety helmet and high-vis vest marking his territory? A teenager from the right side of the tracks in salubrious Grantchester? Does the heron from an aerosol can mean the city is encroaching, or is it a totem fending it off?
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