![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Autumn
Autumn has well and truly come to Cambridge.
Bugger! I thought as I dashed across a rain lashed Christ's Pieces on my (late) way to choir practise - that means weeks of drizzly rain, cold wind and dark evenings. I was not happy.
But as I left practise the rain stopped and a thick mist descended, making King's look even more dramatically Gothic than usual, and the Senate House looked rather fine through the gloom. I thought that perhaps Cambridge is at its best, at its most Cambridgey in the Autumn, maybe its because its near the start of term, or perhaps the cold suggests "go make a cup of hot tea, find a spot in a library and do some work, that's what you're here for".
Perhaps then there will be something to enjoy in all the drizzly rain, cold winds and dark evenings.
I came home drank some whisky and now all is right with the world.
Bugger! I thought as I dashed across a rain lashed Christ's Pieces on my (late) way to choir practise - that means weeks of drizzly rain, cold wind and dark evenings. I was not happy.
But as I left practise the rain stopped and a thick mist descended, making King's look even more dramatically Gothic than usual, and the Senate House looked rather fine through the gloom. I thought that perhaps Cambridge is at its best, at its most Cambridgey in the Autumn, maybe its because its near the start of term, or perhaps the cold suggests "go make a cup of hot tea, find a spot in a library and do some work, that's what you're here for".
Perhaps then there will be something to enjoy in all the drizzly rain, cold winds and dark evenings.
I came home drank some whisky and now all is right with the world.