Cast off the grim grey mantle of February’s spring-tease gloom and recall the heady days of a pre-Trumpxit summer.
In the fenlands, riffs ground, tresses flowed and double-necked guitars rang sweet fret shred across the dreaming spires and daisied lawns of Cambridge.
An appetite whetter of what’s to come, a halcyon-filtered memoryscope of what once was.
Photos by Tim Hall. Not to be reproduced without express prior permission.