A small, ancient building made of white stone.
There aren’t any tourists.
It feels so. . . empty.
Then I walk into a courtyard garden, and there he is.
He is practically part of the scenery, an exotic flower, surrounded by his mates.
On a bench, he sits absorbing nature like a plant absorbs sunshine.
I wonder if he photosynthesizes to keep his vibrant color.
Maybe.
Through an archway there is a chapel.
Cool.
Stepping inside, I discover much stained glass.
I like to call this one, Matthias the Axe Murderer.
We meander out into a churchyard full of crumbling gravestones.
Sitting on a stone bench is a skinny man.
On closer inspection, I discover he is made of metal.
It is St. Edmund.
I didn’t take his photo.
Farewell.
I like the style of that post.
St. Matthias the axe murderer is a great line!
How many of the colleges have you visited?