How you experience Cambridge is so tied to your role within it. As a student, you see old campuses and May balls. As a tourist, beautiful old buildings and punting. Growing up in Cambridge, particularly as a punk-loving skateboarder my experience was being chased off campuses by bowler-hatted security, hardcore punk gigs in the sweaty backroom at the Man on the Moon and the nicknames for places - "L-banks", "piss alley", "scary steps".

In the early/mid-2000s I was involved in the rave scene in Cambridge. I shot this photo essay in one night at one party on Grantchester Meadows. At the time I was really just trying to capture the experience - idealised, fantastical, euphoric, lost in the experience. Looking back 20 years later I have re-edited this with a different perspective. Images I originally left out - taken with flash - reveal another side to the rave. Less about the emotion and more the messy, flawed reality. Both true experiences, but very different. These echo the twin perspectives of Cambridge, the picturesque city and the rural idyll of Grantchester meadows on its edge, with how we saw ourselves as the "real" Cambridge - dirty and gritty and flawed.

Both of these perspectives are true: the experience and the observer; the picturesque and the dirty; much like Cambridge itself.

As the night gives way to the dawn, the messiness of the night before is shown - tangled cables, trampled grass and litter strewn across the field.