Tuesday, October 5, 2010

12 Rathmell

I'm in Oxford now. I've picked up my sub fusc (my academic robes) and moved into my room. It may sound gushing, but - I couldn't have been given a better room. Up five or so flights of narrow, creaking stairs onto a dark wooden landing to an attic under the eaves of the slanting roof, with a window that opens onto Holywell Street. Though bringing up my luggage was a nightmare, I have a bird's eye view of the spires and chimneys. I can see the cupola of the Sheldon building where I'll matriculate next week, and I hear the bells tolling every fifteen minutes. It seems invented.

I'll write more about my misadventures in London and post pictures. It seems ungrateful to say, but I miss a few familiar faces.

4 comments:

Rene' Kirkpatrick said...

It's magic, Christy! How amazing this is...You have robes! and a slanted eave. You will have soon have the strongest thighs of your life!

Erin said...

Just like Lyra and Pan! Please be careful when you climb out onto the roof!

Annie Tietje said...

It sounds lovely! And very Harry Potter-esc. Keep us posted on your adventures.

Shelf of One's Own said...

Thanks for your comments:) My thighs are improving as we speak. Sadly, Erin, only fire can provoke my roof antics...for now...