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Aug. 25th, 2008
The remaining time before dinner was happliy whiled away at one of my human's favourite places in Oxford - Borders bookshop. It perhaps doesn't have the atmosphere of Blackwell's or Waterstones, but it will always prompt fond memories of the writing group that used to meet there, and many idle hours spent in the comfy leather armchairs dotted around the store.
The Sheldonian, with its silly stone heads, always brings to mind interminable academic ceremonies, largely conducted in Latin. These would have been much easier to bear if only there were cushions available...
The Radcliffe Camera - home to the Bodleian's English Literature department. Beautiful on the outside, but dark and murky on the inside, with very uncomfortable semi-circular chairs, and horribly sticky tables.
The Bodleian Library courtyard, as far inside the library as we were allowed to go on this occasion, since only current studenthood and special academic permission grant access to its inner sanctum.
We did, however, peruse the gift shop, as well as an interesting exhibition about donations to the library of very old books.
Our first stop on arriving in Oxford was somewhat less auspicious than the later sights we were to see. This unassuming blue door conceals behind it the horrible mould-infested flat my human lived in when first venturing out into the real world, after university.
Best forgotten, I think!
