Holywell

Today a bunch of us went walking around, snooping in colleges and taking pictures. This is Holywell Cemetery, right near the building where I go to all my lectures. It's next to St. Cross Chapel, a small stone building, and you don't realize how far back the cemetery goes until you're in it. It's all overgrown except for narrow footpaths; most of the tombstones are unreadable because of the years of wearing away the stone. It was a little eerie, but calming too. It seemed to me to be the kind of place you should visit at midnight on a foggy, moonlit night, when you'd catch glimpses of a beautiful young woman in white floating along the paths. (Or be accosted by an escaped convict, if you'd rather go the Dickens route.)

And here's another unintelligible Brit-ism:

Apparently the Brits have advanced further than the United States in the animal rights movement...? Being so considerate of the disabled badgers' companions and all. I'll have to go to the zoo and see if the disabled badgers are anywhere near the humped zebras.

A bunch more pictures up in the Photobucket account...some not so great, but I'm no photographer.