GC, Day 4: Nighttime walks

This entry was totally going to be about the theological conversation I overheard last night - in fact, it's still in draft as Day 4, but will have to become Day 5, because half a pint of strawberry beer and splitting a bottle of white wine with Nick means I am too drunk to do a complicated gratitude entry before midnight.

So, I am grateful for nighttime walks in my city. Oxford is beautiful at any time, but increasingly so at dusk and after - and the sense of being at a crossroads in time - that you'll turn a certain way and find yourself in the 17th century - envelops one. It's why I go on the Oratory night walk every year. To turn a corner and see one of the many stunning buildings - colleges, chapels, part of the Bodleian library, lit from inside underneath a moonlit sky fills my heart with joy.

Note to self: must take more.