I love England. Love, love, love it. I am not sure why, except that my family is (in various strains) English, Scots-Irish and Welsh; I grew up on a steady diet of children’s literature set in London; and my parents were huge consumers of anything the BBC re-broadcast through PBS.
Also, I have these. Which were our dinner plates for every Thanksgiving, when I grew up. Which is weird!
At any rate, I haven’t been very many places in England except London-ish. So I was quite pleased to be able to go to Oxford.
This is at Balliol College.
I’m sure there’s a story here. But…creepy and cool.
The steps are so worn, they are rippled.
The Whomping Willow!
Some blooms even in Fall.
The students are just…students. But they are surrounded by all this ancient-ness.
Dumbledore’s Grave! Actually, it’s just some foundation stones from a building that went up in the 1200s.
And a spire.
More rippled steps, and the entrance to the library. If you dare.
A final spire.