Oxenford

I began to feel sick the day I went Hillwalking. And the frustrating thing is it hasn't gone away. The doctors don't know what's the manner, and I find them very hastily seeing me and then pushing me out the door. Mostly, I'm exhausted and feel badly.

Last Thursday, I went to Oxford to visit the Harvey family, who delighted and encouraged me. I've known them in Singapore, Durham, and now the UK, and they were most kind to have me. On the Thursday, I took an early morning train through Scotland's Borderlands: the rolling hills and bright morning sun. I saw two fawns frolicking in a meadow, a rabbit and two crows playing chase, and many many baby 'lamblings' as I called them. Mrs. Harvey met me at the train station and we walked along the canal back to their home, which was entirely charming! They have a lovely garden that backs up onto the canal. After a bit of a rest, we walked through the town and saw Worcester College and Balliol, stopped by the original Blackwells where I found a copy of "Dante's Footprints," saw the Bodlean Library, stopped at the Martyr Monument where 3 saints were burned!, and finally, to the Bird and Baby, the Eagle and Child, the Fetus and Fowl, the pub of the Inklings, of C.S. Lewis, of Tolkien.

Will write about the following days later. Too tired at the moment.