Sunday means: "No Books For You!"

Alas, the libraries were closed (and, by closed, I mean chained and barred -- It's pretty impressive) today, so I slept in until 8am and did some laundry. I passed the balance of the day roaming around, eating a pasty (mmmm, Pasty... Cornwall's greatest contribution to the world, just ahead of King Arthur and those wee little chickens), reading, and watching the rowers warm up for the big races this Wednesday (more on that, later, but if you're curious, it's Eights Week). The weather was very warm and very clear and I feel tired from so much strolling but very recharged and ready for the coming week o' library madness -- One thing that I haven't done is outline my paper for this class, which I'd planned to do today. I have some ideas, though, and I'm not too concerned about it.

Also, note to the wary: Mushy peas do not taste like peas that have been mushed.


OK, some quick pictures:

This goose was worrisomely convinced that I was withholding bread.

In the background, crew on the River Isis (which is the somehow pretentious name for this small stretch of the Thames).










Directly behind me = (Meadow + Cows)Beautiful Church. And families with kids who babbled on and on in an absolutely, and ridiculously, cute accent ("Please, Mummy, may I feed the lovely duckies?")








Radcliffe Camera, as seen from the top of St. Mary the Virgin (an awesome and ancient church). It is also part of the library system, and I've been through the super-secret book transport tunnels in the basement. And, alas, it's not open to the public.