Mynd you: golf balls Kan be pretty nasti...
As I am pretti exhausted, just some comments on what I have been up to these past few days.
Monday, O. and I walked London from Gray Inn Road to Chelsea Bridge. After bidding M., to whom we are very grateful for showing us some more of London and offering us shelter for two nights, farewell, we entered a mysteriously lit, damp London on its way to work. One of the sites we encountered (and I took photos of) was the Hogwarts-like area of Lincoln's Inn, which is not a hotel but one of England's four barrister's clubs. Also, we did not reach the shop we were looking for; we did find the Tate Britain museum where I gained some inspiration for my sixth Exeter essay on the London world of the fin-de-siècle music-hall and learned more about our beloved refreshment l'Absinthe (of which painting I bought a poster for my future UCU-dwelling); and did find Megabus amazingly easily, at the very spot where we did not find it when heading for Oxford...
(Vegetarian) O. and I next ate an excellent fish'n'chips at "The Batter Place" (a pun that, I realise now that I write it down, is only short of being spelled "The Batter Plaice"- but we had cod).
Yesterday, O. turned 20 and we explored Exeter, among other things guided by a red-coat ghost tour which we survived surprisingly well (said the guide).
Today, as early twentieth-century romantic fantasy castle Drogo turned out to be closed for the public during the winter, we took the bus to Okehampton. As a substitute we visited Okehampton castle, which might have been even better as it is a 'real' castle, Norman and all. This was actually closed to the public, too, but because medieval ruins tend to have lost doors and windows (and guards), this was not much of a problem.
Afterwards, we got to speak to some locals, members of the Okehampton Golf Club, warning us for flying golf balls and English humour. Having escaped, we rested our weary legs and filled our empty stomachs with blackcurrant cheesecake and sweet chili soup at the White Hart Inn. O.'s cheesecake was actually a next-best, as they did not have treacle sponge. So I'll try to make sure he gets to taste one of those tomorrow, on his last day in Devon. Then, we will visit the cathedral and the museum and some other bits of town. Also, I will finally hand in my fourth essay and my thesis proposal...
This night we had dinner at J.'s place: he lives in an enhanced flat, which I must say is quite a change from Lafrowda Standard.
On friday morning, O. will catch an early Megabus to London and on to Amsterdam and Groenekan.
Oh, one more thing: at M.'s place we watched an excellent film, Bagdad Cafe, with music and a title song that impressed me quite a lot. Have to look it up & maybe buy it...
Monday, O. and I walked London from Gray Inn Road to Chelsea Bridge. After bidding M., to whom we are very grateful for showing us some more of London and offering us shelter for two nights, farewell, we entered a mysteriously lit, damp London on its way to work. One of the sites we encountered (and I took photos of) was the Hogwarts-like area of Lincoln's Inn, which is not a hotel but one of England's four barrister's clubs. Also, we did not reach the shop we were looking for; we did find the Tate Britain museum where I gained some inspiration for my sixth Exeter essay on the London world of the fin-de-siècle music-hall and learned more about our beloved refreshment l'Absinthe (of which painting I bought a poster for my future UCU-dwelling); and did find Megabus amazingly easily, at the very spot where we did not find it when heading for Oxford...
(Vegetarian) O. and I next ate an excellent fish'n'chips at "The Batter Place" (a pun that, I realise now that I write it down, is only short of being spelled "The Batter Plaice"- but we had cod).
Yesterday, O. turned 20 and we explored Exeter, among other things guided by a red-coat ghost tour which we survived surprisingly well (said the guide).
Today, as early twentieth-century romantic fantasy castle Drogo turned out to be closed for the public during the winter, we took the bus to Okehampton. As a substitute we visited Okehampton castle, which might have been even better as it is a 'real' castle, Norman and all. This was actually closed to the public, too, but because medieval ruins tend to have lost doors and windows (and guards), this was not much of a problem.
Afterwards, we got to speak to some locals, members of the Okehampton Golf Club, warning us for flying golf balls and English humour. Having escaped, we rested our weary legs and filled our empty stomachs with blackcurrant cheesecake and sweet chili soup at the White Hart Inn. O.'s cheesecake was actually a next-best, as they did not have treacle sponge. So I'll try to make sure he gets to taste one of those tomorrow, on his last day in Devon. Then, we will visit the cathedral and the museum and some other bits of town. Also, I will finally hand in my fourth essay and my thesis proposal...
This night we had dinner at J.'s place: he lives in an enhanced flat, which I must say is quite a change from Lafrowda Standard.
On friday morning, O. will catch an early Megabus to London and on to Amsterdam and Groenekan.
Oh, one more thing: at M.'s place we watched an excellent film, Bagdad Cafe, with music and a title song that impressed me quite a lot. Have to look it up & maybe buy it...
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