This is a series of emails sent to me by my friend Jim Coe who left New Zealand to travel a bit and then maybe join the British army. I have editted them to be more story-like and less email-ish. Due to my slackness of the last couple of days the following is a large post comprising of Jim's last weeks in England before he headed to Morrocco. (And I promise I will write something freash today!)
There is a baby singing to me.
It's been a while since I sent a proper email to everyone so, so here goes.
I am now in
I was just interrupted by the baby bringing me a 'cup of tea' from her tea set. We have discussed animals and what they say, and assembled a series of numbers from one to ten. I am, in fact, getting quite clucky. She is just talking, so it beats having no one to talk to.
Anyway, I came down here last night on the train and will be here until tomorrow when I go up to
I went across the '
I went up to
Just down the road is Lord's. Like most stadia over here, you can't see a lot from the street, but just being outside was quite something. I Was almost tempted into the Lord's Gift Shoppe.
Took a walk through Regent's Park, which is conveniently undergoing major works. Nice though.
Yesterday I finished off the National Gallery which was quite an experience. I went back to the
The sea is really nice; even though it was freezing down at the shore I sat for a while on the beach (it is a pebble beach, not sand) and watched the tide come in for a while. The whole place is just much more relaxed than
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Officer
Well here I am in
The town itself is nice. It has a street called
In fact, even being in this place depresses me by making me think that my entire time at the University was wasted. I mean, this is mostly my fault but I wonder how I would have done if I had been over here. Oh well, whatever, alea jacta est, no use crying over spilt milk, etc. etc.
So I'm sure you all want to know how my 'interview' went. Well, it went very well, basically. I now wait (in
Well, not much news, I know, but I haven't really done much else last couple of days. The fun will start flying when I get to
Where do I start?
You'll be glad to know that I am making such good use of my time here.
Despite my intentions of a sightseeing tour around this ancient university town, I instead did no such thing. There was a promising journey down to the local Sainsbury's (supermarket) to fetch breakfast, which turned out to be a veritable protein feast, what with bacon, eggs, fried bread (?) and 'Toulouse' sausage. It even snowed a little bit on the way back to the college.
Unfortunately that was the only time I left
Just a very quick email because it is very late and I return to
I haven't done an awful lot in the last couple of days, but the highlights were as follows:
- Going to Evensong service at King's Chapel. No, I'm not normally one for all this God business, and I certainly never would have suspected I would find myself queuing for a church service. But the King's Chapel is a very special building and apparently sported a very good choir so off we went. Memories of my intermediate school days flooded back to me. Anyway, the church is amazing, and the choir was small but accomplished. Still don't see what people see in this religious nonsense though.
- Visited the Botanical Gardens. They are quite extensive and the fact that I could make and throw snowballs more than made up for the rather limited sprouting of trees and plants in winter. I would have taken photographs had my camera not broken. Hmm.
- Oh yeah, it snowed big time last night and even settled all over the ground. Hence the snowballs. Very pretty.
'A spectre is haunting