I’m giving my graphics guy a cut in pay. You’ll have to take my word for it that there is a picture of him before Newton’s tree’s grandchild.
Cambridge and Oxford are less than 100 miles apart. We traveled between them by returning to London King’s Cross train station, schlepping our bags through the Tube to Paddinton Station, then catching the train to Oxford. We’re staying in a pretty famous hotel, The Randolph. It apparently is featured in a whole series of detective novels by Colin Dexter, who is “internationally famous,” but I’ve somehow missed him in my literary travels.
Today John is off to listen to Gorbachev (sp?), and I’m off to Church. We’ll compare later to see who has the better plan for the world…
In Cambridge, we came across a tiny graveyard by the side of an old church in the middle of town. The family buried there were named Hunnybun: Matthew, Mary, Eliza, and John. Wouldn’t you love to be named Eliza Hunnybun?
More about Oxford after we’ve been here awhile. I’ve still got a sinus infection, and I’m not sleeping well, but having fun anyway. Miss you all. That’s great news about Riley’s homerun!