Andrew Kendon on the Cam 1950ish Posted by Hello

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Andrew said…
This is Adrian ... aged 7 or 8? Therefore 1951 or 1952, perhaps?
Mon Apr 25, 10:31:00 pm GMT
Andrew said…
This is on the Upper River, along Granchester Meadows somewhere.
Mon Apr 25, 10:34:00 pm GMT
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