Every Summer I take myself off to Oxford for a day. Sometimes alone, sometimes not, always for some peace and reflection amongst the old things and beautiful streets of a city not so far away from London, that refreshes my imagination and makes me feel like I’m somewhere fantastical.
This year I went alone and took in some museums I hadn’t been able to in the past.
The Museum of the History of Science is small, has quite a few interesting pieces (trepanned skulls always a winner, especially in Oxford if you are a His Dark Materials fan) but fair warning, you will be told off if you have even a very small backpack, and made to feel like a terrorist or stupid child if you dare to put it in the floor in front of you for a second to rest your bad back. I took a few snaps and left, feeling embarrassed and harassed. (Put up a more obvious sign guys, or just be polite. There is absolutely no excuse for how rudely I was spoken to by staff in this museum. )
Turns out I’m still annoyed about this. Anyway….
Next up was the Weston Library which had a small room of very special and beautiful pieces on display. Considering it was a room smaller than my flat I spent well over an hour in this space. It was very lovely.
I really loved these snakes.
Then I went to the Ashmolean Museum, and took so many photographs it will get its own post in the near future. It is REALLY GOOD and I want to rant about it now but will save it for another day. (Side note they were also super polite about offering me a locker to put my backpack in.)
A short cut down Holywell Street…
To spend some time under the trees in the Botanic Gardens, thinking about friends in other universes.
And feeling homesick amongst the very healthy selection of foliage from New Zealand.
This could literally be my Grandmothers back garden.
And, because I had a little more time before my train, I walked the long way back to the station around the Meadow.
Lovely stuff. See you next year, Oxford!