The old stones are the best

I fell in love with this city, once upon a time. Does everyone feel like their university years made them, in a way? Mine made me. And I slogged and read and thought and wrote so much I grew an extra head on one of my fingers, which wasn't always pleasant, but still. These buildings … Continue reading The old stones are the best

Yo ho ho and a cup of herbal tea

There are things in my life that make me feel terribly English. See, exhibit A: love for scones and jam; exhibit B: inability to sing 'Jerusalem' without bellowing; exhibit C: crippling awkwardness in social situations. Spending the day on a narrowboat chugging down an Oxford canal has to be in the top five. We did … Continue reading Yo ho ho and a cup of herbal tea