So finally I’m going to write about my time in Oxford and why I needed a ball gown.I spent four nights in Oxford with Clare and her husband, Alasdair. The main reason to head back was to spend some time relaxing with Clare and secondly to attend a ball. Clare asked me to attend the annual Balliol MCR garden party with her as Alasdair was off at an Ultimate Frisbee tournament. The night began with end of year drinks and dancing at Clare’s college, St Hilda’s. We had to leave the party before the dancing part began but enjoyed plenty of wine, canapés and croquet all in the glorious British sunshine.
Later in the evening we headed along to the garden party. There was plenty more wine, photographers, shisha, several different bands including some kind of band with a tuba, an improv comedy troupe and as I remembered the next day, a giant cake.
The highlight of the evening was the silent disco. A couple hundred people listening to two different channels of music through headphones. Clare and I had fun trying to convince others to change to whatever channel we happened to be on.
Thanks for having me again Clare and Alasdair!
Tuesday I was heading to Paris by bus… Or was I? The bus had to turn back part way to the Chunnel after protesters shut the tunnel and the ferries were already cancelled due to the strikes. The rest of the week would be a bit chaotic travel wise trying to catch up from the mess on Tuesday and then the French air traffic controllers were on strike for two days later in the week. I decided the only thing to do was to remain in London until I could try again on Saturday.
As they say, grey cloud, silver lining. I got to catch up with one of my best friends, Fiona who now lives in London. Sat in Hyde park enjoying the glorious weather, visited the Imperial War Museum, out to dinner with Jess, the Kyoto garden in Holland Park, Portobello road, saw Magic Mike XXL (in English, I really wasn’t meant to get to France was I?).
The highlight had to be attending day four of Wimbledon, however. I got lucky in ‘The Queue’ (there wasn’t one), and got a grounds ticket. With that I had access to all the outer courts (and being so early in the tournament there were still heaps of well known players playing on them). I saw games by Caroline Wozniaki, Fabio Fognini, Andreas Seppi and then sat on the hill to watch Brown beat Nadal.
More next time,