My alma mater

July 4, 2013

Yesterday, Alice and I came down to Cambridge (or, as I used to say, up to Cambridge, because the 'in' thing to say is that Cambridge is up from everywhere), for the first time since August 1995, when Jane, Tom and I (and, as a zygote, Alice, born the following June) came for a wedding.

We had a brief walk round before dinner, our purpose for being here is tomorrow's Open Day. I am feeling quite joyful to be back, trying to remember the names of all the colleges (I know most, but some have taken a moment's reflection, looking to see what has changed, and what hasn't; I did feel a bit tearful when I saw the phone box outside Memorial Court, Clare College, from where I used to ring my mum.

We are hoping for a good day tomorrow.

Tom had his first (actually, second) visit to Cambridge a few weeks ago and sent me this photo of him from Old Court, Clare, on my birthday. A nice touch from Tom, for me.