Once I was a clever boy learning the arts of Oxford... is a quotation from the verses written by Bishop Richard Fleming (c.1385-1431) for his tomb in Lincoln Cathedral. Fleming, the founder of Lincoln College in Oxford, is the subject of my research for a D. Phil., and, like me, a son of the West Riding. I have remarked in the past that I have a deeply meaningful on-going relationship with a dead fifteenth century bishop... it was Fleming who, in effect, enabled me to come to Oxford and to learn its arts, and for that I am immensely grateful.


Saturday, 21 May 2011

A quiet Saturday in Oxford


Following my perusal of the Gough Map in the Bodleian I went off to meet my good friend The Last Knight ( The Noise of the Crusade) for a leisurely two stage Italian lunch with plenty of Frascati and Chianti, and a thoroughly enjoyable discussion putting all manner of things in the world to rights. 

We then went on to the Novena at the Oxford Oratory  preparing for the feast of St Philip Neri next Thursday, before going to the Ordinariate Mass at Pusey House (an old haunt of ours), and then with other acquaintances to the Eagle and Child (aka the Bird and Baby) for a drink before he had to depart.  A very civilised way to spend a May Saturday in Oxford. 
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elena maria vidal said...

Sounds like a heavenly afternoon!

24 May 2011 at 22:09

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