Climb on Two by Two

The doves have been sent out, and we are currently awaiting the return of an olive branch to reassure ourselves that Oxford does still exist, and will one day raise itself from the depths of the River Cherwell and revel in the glory of a bygone era. That era being last Sunday, before the city sank. And when those doves return I shall once again be able to walk across the meadows to work, rather than face the prospect of a morning swim to the office. And maybe, just maybe, the sun will shine once more on these fields of gold and we can stumble off our ark, splash through the last fading puddles in our galoshes, and get back to digging life and all its thrills. And these will be the days we remember. It's summertime, the wind is blowing, and a sunny day is just around the corner.

So let's be sure these days continue.