An afternoon in Oxford
I suppose much of this trip has been about experiencing the British nation once again in all it's beauty and wonder, but a good deal of it has also been about seeing some old friends and making some new ones. As we reluctantly begin to ponder a return to the field, I will carry with me the stories of the people we've shared life with these days.
It feels strange thinking that we leave these people here and travel to the other side of the earth and that the chance strongly exists that we may never see these people again. That seems so odd for being able to have deep connections so easily. But there it is, none the less.
The time for return is not yet however. Tomorrow starts a few days in London and then we'll worry about the Next thing.
It's 11:30 now, so I'm off to bed.
Night, from Oxford-shire.