Sunday, June 12

France May 2016 - Fréjus


As well as hanging around at the golf club, we paid a visit to Fréjus. The town was created as a seaside resort by the Romans, but also thrived as a medieval town.


There are various Roman bits and pieces, a couple of nice churches and a cathedral. Well worth a visit if you're in the area.


This sundial outside the cathedral was nice, however...


...the cloister was beautiful.


Its wooden ceiling is covered with thousands of fantastic beasts...


...and scenes from daily life...


painted between 1350 and 1360.


If that wasn't fabulous enough, the cathedral also has a 5thC baptistery.


Wandering around the town, there's lots of lovely...


...door furniture...


...ranging...


...from the Romans...


...to odd.


Smurf flavoured ice-cream, there has to be wrong, surely?


We were reminded of this mournful dog...


...when we met this one at lunchtime. She begrudged us every mouthful!

Tuesday, June 7

France May 2016 - Vidauban


Leaving Burgundy behind (for now), we made out way down to Vidauban. The Boy was there to gather information for an article.


It's quite pretty isn't it (I can do this writing lark...nothing to it!)?


I didn't have to do anything...


...which was absolutely...


...fine by me.

France May 2016 - out and about in Tournus


As I remarked in my last post, Tournus is a lovely town, and I'd love to go there again.  For those of you who are interested in such things, we stayed in a restaurant with rooms called Aux Terrasses. Great food and really nice staff.


The town is on the river Saône...


...look at this boat Dr Bones!


There's an old hospital to visit...


...a dinky little cinema...


...a market that sells cheese cages...


...and I got to pet a little, fat pony.


My Ma would have been very interested in this shop!


This sign was strange...


...and this sign was just plain disturbing!

France May 2016 - Saint-Philibert de Tournus


On our way down to the South of France the Boy and I broke our journey in Tournus, a lovely town in Burgundy.


The former Benedictine abbey, St Philibert was founded in 875 AD by monks fleeing the Vikings (the Normans of Normandy [given that my maternal grandmother was from Denmark, and my paternal grandmother's maiden name was Norman, there must be a lot of Viking in me]).


The Boy and I were rather taken with these signs...


...there's someone with a good sense of humour around.


This 13thC mosaic was found during building work in 2005.


I love this little hawk...


...and the moody horse.


This little hawk must be a reference to the mosaic.


The organ is impressive...


...as are the few remaining wall paintings...


but I just adored the roof space. 

Wednesday, March 30

Kurt Jackson Private View - Oxford Museum of Natural History, March 2016


Earlier in March I was lucky enough to be a +One at a private view of an exhibition of works by Kurt Jackson at the Oxford Museum of Natural History.


The exhibition is well worth a visit, but for me the real star was the museum building after dark.


It's like a beautiful upside down boat...


...an absolute gem of Gothic Revival architecture.


The museum's design was influenced by the work of John Ruskin.


I fall in love with it again every time I visit.

Thursday, March 24

Graduation - Oxford March 2016


On a lovely bright sunny Saturday, my Dad, the Boy and I graduated as Master of Arts in the beautiful Sheldonian theatre.


The ceremony is all about tradition.


The Oxford MA is a relic of the Middle Ages when students would study for seven years, after which they would be able to teach, and become a full member of the university (and at some colleges walk on the lawns). It therefore predates 'taught' Masters qualifications. Oxford BAs can have the MA conferred on, or after the 21st term after entering the university.


Now that I work at Blackfriars, it's useful for me to have the MA, as there are still various administrative bits and pieces you can only do if you have MA status. However, the day was about more than that. It was a chance to celebrate our achievements, and remember all the people who had gone before us.


Although Dad went to Magdalen, and Adam and I went to St Hugh's, Fr Richard Conrad OP kindly took us through under Blackfriars' wing.


It was lovely that I could graduate with my Dad, who only did it to make me happy (although he did get a good party afterwards).


It was an unexpectedly moving day. A big thank you to all our friends and family who came, and to Sandy who catered a brilliant party at Cornucopia afterwards.

[Photographs by David Hunt]