Sunday Nostalgia Fest

Today the beloved and I went for a walk in Port Meadow, something we used to do a lot when we were courting.
As is often the case with water meadows, it was full of water.
We saw some nice boats…
…viewed distant spires (although it probably wasn’t the right day for that)…
…saw some lasses sculling…
…hung out at the nunnery…

…and saw this fantastic plaque. I love this idea.