We were just taking our seats for breakfast at the guest house in Perth when suddenly the phone rang. In Oxford P, S, L and T were missing us terribly and demanded our company there and then. Miraculously we joined them almost immediately, although TPR did get flashed by a speed camera on the way south.
The main entertainment of the afternoon was to walk up a very dry red sandstone hill in unsuitable clothing, on a hunt for L & T’s children. TPR wore white chinos, a checked shirt and beige cashmere jumper; I was in a silk party dress and so hot that I eventually discarded it to continue the climb in my slip; L was decked out in a 1980s wedding dress, arguing that it was the latest fashion.
Children found, and back in town later that afternoon, I lost my shoes somewhere down a dark corridor of New College.