tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165463332200678857.post1446204159551635273..comments2024-03-08T07:30:01.721-06:00Comments on Miles to go: The bicycle graveyard in OxfordThe Moon in Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00746463775107732805noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165463332200678857.post-23793234371015163852009-10-20T09:40:21.937-05:002009-10-20T09:40:21.937-05:00I went to a St. Aldate's alpha group for a lit...I went to a St. Aldate's alpha group for a little while with a British housemate of mine who was a curious atheist. We also attended a larger weeknight service once. Very interesting, that.Liz Comptonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794343826659644118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165463332200678857.post-69460858098017213062009-10-19T21:45:32.441-05:002009-10-19T21:45:32.441-05:00An Anglican priest?! Wow. I should thank him; I ...An Anglican priest?! Wow. I should thank him; I wrote a really good poem once because of him . . . <br /><br />I should post a piece I wrote about St. Aldate's some time. (They were the other Anglican church that really reached out to Oxford students, if I remember right.)<br /><br />Wow. The great white north is calling you? I guess you've had enough experience with ridiculous snow in New York. :) Let me know if I can help.The Moon in Autumnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00746463775107732805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165463332200678857.post-71558315713438581912009-10-19T21:17:31.502-05:002009-10-19T21:17:31.502-05:00Yeah, I studied the street view on Google Maps for...Yeah, I studied the street view on Google Maps for a while (and got all nostalgic) and I know the graveyard you mean, but perhaps they did clean it up. Did you know the guy from the honors class after mine who went by the name of Nigel? We saw him a few weeks ago, and turns out he did the Oxford thing too, and he and I indulged in some serious reminiscing... apparently we both attended St. Ebbes and New College Chapel. I miss evensong. And Nigel's an Anglican priest now. The world's a funny old place...<br /><br />Paul makes scones sometimes. I'm tempted to try the following (from Wikipedia): <br /><br />"When clotted cream is not commercially available, a reasonable copy may be made by combining two parts whole milk with one part whipping (heavy) cream, heating at the very lowest possible heat for a couple of hours until a skin forms, leaving it undisturbed overnight, and then harvesting the skin and its underclots. The remaining milk may be consumed or used in any number of recipes."<br /><br />We're trying to move to your part of the country... if it works I'll make you scones & clotted creammmmmm and we can miss Oxford together.Liz Comptonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794343826659644118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165463332200678857.post-16295856111224808422009-10-18T20:26:52.472-05:002009-10-18T20:26:52.472-05:00Maybe they'd cleaned up the corpses by the tim...Maybe they'd cleaned up the corpses by the time you were there. :) It was where Magdalen Street split. <br /><br />How could you say it?! Now I'm drooling. Scones with clotted creammmmmm . . .The Moon in Autumnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00746463775107732805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165463332200678857.post-62946163446741750002009-10-18T12:35:08.190-05:002009-10-18T12:35:08.190-05:00Ooooh... pasties... and scones with clotted cream....Ooooh... pasties... and scones with clotted cream... makes me want to cry. <br /><br />I don't remember the bicycle graveyard, and I must've walked near there on almost a daily basis on my way to New College. Hmmm.Liz Comptonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794343826659644118noreply@blogger.com