Last Saturday (since I assured you I would write of it), I had a lovely day. It's a bit marred in memory since the poem I wrote about it was not warmly received. All the same, I went to art club in the morning and finished a charcoal drawing I began the previous week. That was a nice feeling.
Then, I realized I had left the sandwich I made for lunch at home, so I bought a baguette and cheese and went up to Headington. I had written directions to Lewis' garden (where I had been directed by my Creative Writing tutor), but I promptly lost them and ended up in all sorts of interesting English places, including the other places the tutor had suggested I visit.
I stopped and ate lunch, then--at last!--made it out to Lewis' garden. It was actually a small nature reserve where Shelley used to write poetry and Lewis and Tolkien based Narnia and Middle Earth, respectively. It was absolutely beautiful and before this weekend I would have called it very cold. Silly little Alicia...now, I know what cold is!
After several delightful hours of musing on the place, the use of poetry, and the lacking vocabulary of every sense but sight, I left. I had just enough time to go home for a warm meal before heading off to Mary Mag's for a reading of Milton's Samson Agonistes which was absolutely fantastic.
It was a really wonderful day.
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