|It turns out that the early morning is really beautiful. It's a pity you have to get up so early to see it.|
After a three hour train ride, I arrived in Oxford, where the others found me (Andrew all dressed up in subfusc, because Oxford could never be accused of being too progressive), and we made our way back to Andrew's halls to drink tea and plan our day.
|And illicitly try on Andrew's silly hat (which he's not allowed to wear but has to carry).|
|Team Latin outside the exam hall.|
|Vuvuzela angel at the Bodleian.|
|Being eccentric outside the History of Science Museum.|
|At Balliol, Andrew's college.|
|Playing the violin on a tightrope. Like you do.|
|Picnicking in the sun.|
|Our lower halves don't like each other. But it's ok, our upper halves do!|
|Posing like a swan. Posing for a portrait. Posing a threat!|
And spending the day with good friends was well worth the early morning, late night, and two long train rides. We may not remember much Latin, but that doesn't mean we don't have awesome adventures.