I write this some two months after the weekend has passed. The weekend was definitely a highlight of 2014 – but perhaps that can only be appreciated by those who went. It was a true escape from reality weekend – I even had my first puff for what must be at least 25 years. I managed to stay up to 3am in the morning – way past my new 10 o’clock bedtime. Only one final downer: Steve was unable to make it. Matthew, by the way, gets a special mention for placing this event above taking his daughter to her first day at University – that is dedication.
Luckily we managed to gain access to the Towers since the cleaner key code we had blagged when we had trouble getting into our flat seemed to work campus wide. So a trip up to Eddington 13 and Bertrand Russell 7 was possible.
So absorbed did I get in the moment that few pictures were taken. Here is what I have (not all taken by me):