There is a little path, off to the left as I walk in to work, these days, which takes me through a metal gate, beneath a huge electricity pylon, into a field of buttercups.
I turn right and I'm only in the field for five minutes - if that - before I leave and pick up the cycle track to Osney Island.
But those few minutes, so unpromising, passing under the pylon, are an escape - a refreshment that sets the day right.
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A week ago, I attended the Kellogg College Creative Writing competition: the readings, the announcement of the winner and runners up, and the guest night dinner. Wonderful evening! And it was a great honour to be one of the judges and to introduce the readings. Loved every minute!
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Updated, Sat 27 May
So excited to read about the unveiling of the blue plaque for Iris Murdoch, which took place at 30 Charlbury Road yesterday! Part of a double celebration, with a plaque for Philippa Foot being unveiled later in the day, at 15 Walton Street!
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