Living Arrows: a little moment of the week to pause, savour and treasure
At the end of the Oxford Instameet (more on which another day) Kitty, Elma, Pip and I found ourselves just around the corner from H and my old stomping grounds. Our colleges almost backed onto each other, and Kitty and Pip’s godfather’s was next-door to H’s so we knew every cobble of those streets by the end of our four years and there was no way I wasn’t going to take the children to see where Mummy and Daddy first met.
Technically, the exact spot where Mummy and Daddy first met is currently a building site. I’m not sure what they’re doing to the building but no part of it was recognisable under the scaffolding and sheeting, although I was intrigued that as well as all the usual building site notices attached to the gate was one very big “no swearing” poster. Maybe the stonework doesn’t like it.
Around the corner to my college and there are so many memories; the year I had a room in the tower, the law library where I spent far too many late nights, my teeny tiny room in the first year with a cupboard that was a corridor from a previous incarnation of the house.
Walking through college and pointing them out to the girls reminded me so much of visiting when I can’t have been much bigger than Kitty is now and my Dad doing the same thing with my sister and I.
But it my Living Arrows picture this week comes from H’s old home.
The college was closed so we just stopped off in the lodge for a few minutes and I told them some of the memories that we have of the quad in the snow, more really late nights, the fact that when it was first built they walked the blind founder twice around the quad so he’d think it was bigger.
Kitty was part mesmerised part shattered from a long morning’s walk stood staring out into the quad. I would love to know what she was thinking, maybe trying to imagine her very grown up pre historically ancient parents as fresh faced pre historically ancient 18 year olds!
And Elma, looking everywhere and trying to spot more things for photos spotted the pelican and whirled around to tell me all about it.
Well technically she called it a duck, but we won’t tell Daddy.