Movies and Mythology

And lastly, in front of Wells Cathedral - in Wells - are all four of my roomates (I am one of the four hmmmm....) Claire McCullough, me, Kim Kim and Sara Rowe. Wells Cathedral is one of the smallest Cathedrals in Britain, is very very old (eleventh century) and has the second oldest working clock in the WORLD still with its original face and little jousting knights that ride around on every quarter hour. It was a very good outing and a good day. We had muffins.

Oooooo...Arthur....

Megan and I in front of some of the ruins. Thereafter, when it began raining (since we were starving), we took coffee under a pavillion. Justine was smart enough to pack lunch but I had a Glastonbury pasty.

Here, at the supposed burial site of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere (I told you Glastonbury was full of myth) are some OSP friends, from left to right: Megan Shaub (whom we are going to visit in Nashville some fun weekend), Marla (sweetest person here), Rob (who looks and acts just like Patrick - you should see his jacket), David (who used to be Amish), Joy and Katherine (who just had a birthday). Oh, and Mike Brown who likes to call us "little women".

This is me in front of one of the ruins of the Lady Chapel, I think. Who knows.

Yesterday's field trip was to Glastonbury Abbey: one of the oldest sites of Christianity in Britain - rumoured to be the place where Joseph of Arimathea buried the Grail. It was a gloomy and rainy day which fit the atmosphere of the ruins - the magnificent Abbey was destroyed by our dear friend Harry the Eighth during the Dissolution of the Monasteries to benefit the Royal Purse. Glastonbury in itself is a weird town - not only is there a heavy atmosphere of ancient and Celtic Christianity, but also neo-paganism because of the old Celtic druidic holy places. So most of the stores sold herbs and fairies and hemp and angels and there were conferences on Goddesses and Spirituality and people walked around barefoot with dreadlocks and their babies tied around their necks in large hankerchiefs. It was a pretty town, only 7000 people, but reminds one very clearly of Knysna, near George, if you know it.

This is me and my friend (and one of my roomates) Kimberly Kim (Kim Kim) and also one of my new favourite people. She and I are sitting in seats H12 and H13 in the Odeon Theatre on Magdalen street anticipating the movie: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Note the Gryffindor scarf I may or may not have knitted while Kristin read me Bridget Jones Diary 1 and 2. We were very excited - over seventeen OSP students attended of our own volition. The air was ripe with excitment and the inside was beautiful. It was all hung with red drapery that looked like velvet and there was a curtain in front of the screen which when it was raised made everyone cheer with excitement. It was fun to watch it surrounded by British people - all the trailers were for American end-of-the-world movies (with Will Smith) and so we all writhed in our seats in embarrassment. It was a very fun night, with the whole audience being very involved: clapping at the drop of a hat for a funny line, applauding for the scene with Harry and Cho, and nearly exploding with laughter and appreciation for Fred and George. Umbridge made everyone squirm: I will not tell lies!