Saturday, November 23, 2013
The Rev Richard Haggis was my personal guide around Christ Church College and Oxford, and a splendid guide he was. He should hire himself out. A delicious moment at the great Hall at Christ Church was when I called to Richard's attention that we were cutting the long queue of the hoard of tourists, and he said quite naturally and spontaneously, "This is my place." Not the most inspirational moment, but delicious, and I cherish those small, delicious moments. Nor did I pay the entrance fee, since I was Richard's guest.
All quotes below are from Richard.
Autumn colors in the vine growing on the wall above a tunnel at Christ Church. The entire walk was lovely. The picture is not photo-shopped but shows the true color of the turning leaves.
"The tunnel is to contain an ancient brook which passes under Christ Church and various other parts of the city of Oxford, joining the canal, I believe, a little further north. It can be viewed, covered in this splendid creeper, from the walkway through the War Memorial Garden."
The secret garden with the tiny fountain and a lovely weeping willow. The building in the background is the Faculty of Music and the Bate Collection of Musical Instruments.
"'Mercury, beckoning the tourists into Christ Church'. Mercury was initially male, but there was an incident with a firework, and he has been re-assigned. Like Jan Morris, the college's first 'old girl'."
Saturday, November 9, 2013
My friend Richard and I walked the path around the meadow at Christ Church while I was in Oxford.
The buildings of the college are far in the distance.
As sunset approached, but before Mr Sun disappeared over the horizon, he gave us the wonderful display of color against the dark clouds.
The different appearance of the sky in the various pictures makes it hard even for me to believe that the photos were taken on the same walk. In the center and to the right, the small brown speck is a deer.
A drainage canal beside the path around the meadow, which Richard said is, "...vitally needed because the land is immensely soggy, and otherwise the cows' hooves would rot.... It's a very damp place, Oxford."