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March 31, 2007
St Andry
It's been a week of dull, gray weather - the kind of weather that makes me feel like I really belong in St Andrews. Not a tourist in sight and the students are on their break so the town feels quiet. J and I took a walk a few days ago down the East Sands, along the Sea. The water was rough and unfriendly. I stood on the long pier that juts way out into the middle of the deep and stared at the horizon, revelling in the sound of the crashing waves. And thought about all the moments that have happened right at that point - battles, escapes, murders - all right where I was standing. So many significant events for the life of the Church and for the life of this country.
And academic life has flourished here for over 600 years. On that very pier students, in their red gowns, have made their Sunday parade for centuries. It is easy to see what draws students here - is there anyone who has not felt the pull to be a part of a revered tradition? What a privilege to study in this town "happy beyond words" as one said so long ago.
"'St Andry', Love's for thee not dead, Whate'er thou taught's of knowledge, In days when we, not deeply read, Were yet red-gown'd at College!"
| By j and b | 11:34 AM
Comments
What an amazing and historical place you're living in! Thanks for sharing it with us, too.
Love to you, Bry.
Posted by: RT at March 31, 2007 07:21 PM