I met my oldest university friend Lynds. Our initial thoughts are that we are going to get university envy. Not that Cardiff wasn't great, but seriously, Oxford is beautiful. I wonder if the students know how privileged they are to go there to live and study. I hope so. We see some students walking around the town centre in their formal wear. All very traditional and completely different to the diesel jeans and fat face sweatshirt I lived in at uni.
We walk through the busy centre up to Christ Church college. It really is so tranquil. The grounds are beautiful and the autumn sunshine and leaves make it even more lovely:
We wander through the Tom Quadrangle, and notice how young the students are, or maybe that is how NOT young we are now:
Christ Church has its own cathedral too. This twelfth century church is amongst the oldest buildings in Oxford, and one of the smallest Anglican cathedrals in England. It is also the only church in the world to be both a cathedral and a college chapel:
After our bit of culture and history we seek out lunch. On recommendation we go to the Malmaison which is in the grounds of the old prison. Very comfy chairs. Good food, if slightly strange straggly chips. We have a lovely girly chat though, and wish we lived closer to each other these days so we could do this more. Phone calls, texts and blogging are great, but there is nothing like meeting up with an old friend face to face to talk boots and wallpaper.
After lunch we shop a little, and make the mandatory Jo Starbucks stop and it is time to get the train home. We grab the same trashy magazine at the station, passing on intelligent stuff, of course. Life has thrown different stuff at these two girls. We have shared life more some times than others. Our university days may not have been in as elegant surroundings as Oxford colleges and there certainly was not the same level of brain power, but I am grateful for them, not least for this enduring friendship that was born and continues.
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