Oxford dinner hat trick

In a few minutes, I am off to my third Oxford formal dinner in a row, in the third different college. This is almost certainly the only time in my life such a run will occur. That the third is at St. Hugh’s seems quite appropriate: both because I taught there during the summer and because I found my way back through there earlier today, after going on a long walk in the snow. I went through the University Parks, then northwards along the River Cherwell until the bridge into Wolfson College. This dinner is in celebration of my friend and classmate Iason Gabriel’s birthday.