Ossamenta

Yesterday I went for a long walk through the parks, just enjoying the autumn. I do miss the Swedish autumn - you don't really get the smell of fir forests around here - but I'll take what I can get. I'm a seasonal person: not one or two favourite seasons - I love them all. (Although I must admit that the typical winter in Skåne* is best enjoyed from indoors, with a mug of hot chocolate and a good book or two.)



Pathway in University Parks along the river.


*: grey, sideways rain/sleet, temperature a bit above freezing, but with a lazy wind that blows right through you rather than around you.

To all of my Swedish readers, I know most of you suffer from snowpocalypse. However, there is hope. Spring will come. It just need a bit of a push to cross the North Sea...



It was a beautiful Sunday today, and I just couldn't stay cooped up in my room. I decided to cycle over to Christ Church Medow, which was full of people doing their Sunday walks. The College rowing teams were out on the river, and the geese were grazing on the fields. It's still too early for most flowers, although I saw some winter aconite here and there.

I can't wait for late spring and summer, where on the weekends you can have your lunch at the banks of the Cherwell, reading a few chapters in your book, and watching the punters and waterfowl pass by.