The last fish and chips got me. Not because it was life-changing fish and chips. It really wasn’t. But because it was the last one. We leave Oxford at the end of this week, and I’ve been noticing all the little lasts. One more trip into London to see a friend. A few...
Since arriving in Oxford, I’ve become slightly obsessed with gargoyles. Or… what I thought were gargoyles. The 13th- and 14th-century buildings here are covered in faces, monsters, mythical creatures, and bits of nature carved into stone. I find myself constantly...
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