Pitt Rivers

The kind of museum where I could happily spend every day for the next year. Beyond fabulous. 

We had another morning of mooching; after yesterday's graduations, today was filled with nervous Freshers being dropped off for the first time by even more nervous parents. This meant that many of the colleges were closed but luckily Balliol was open and we spent ages exploring it. More biscuits, a final coffee then I drove back north. It was a lovely weekend with old friends, who don't change despite our wrinkles and aching backs. (The biscuits, and some architecture are in extras.) 

John is in Paris, and David passed me driving south on his way to his induction for his new job, which is in Reading. I was listening to the Radio One pop up station, which is playing clips from shows over the last 50 years, and I caught a bit of Junior Choice with Stewpot. He played Puff the Magic Dragon and I had a little tear in my eye as I thought about dragons living forever, but not so little boys - my little boy is gone and I seem to have a working man in his place!

I still have some little girls though - the canine one is glad to have me back and the human one (not so little...) is even more so. Especially as I came bearing biscuits.