I went on the OSP field trip to Coventry yesterday, my sole reason for wanting to go to Coventry being to visit the cathedral because of To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis. I searched and searched and searched but did not find the Bishop’s Bird Stump. But I tried. In seriousness though, I have a soft spot for World War memorials and the standing memorial of the ruined St Michael’s Cathedral in Coventry is very moving. There is a daily Litany of Reconciliation held at noon that is just lovely. Behind the altar of the old cathedral are the words Father Forgive, and on another wall: ‘The latter glory of this house shall be greater than the former saith the Lord of Hosts and in this place will I give peace.’ Amen.
This morning I said good-bye to the Hardins’ and got a sweet hug from Annie when I left, and then I got on the long train north. I stepped off the train breathing the cool, fresh sea air and was glad to be back in Scotland. Though my time in Oxford was short, it was a good break from the monotony of the PhD. I walked in Oxford, London, and Coventry, I caught up with friends, I read two fiction books and half of a book for work, I edited what I brought to edit, and I slept at last.
Now, I am home.