Sometimes when I’m stuck in an interminable bumper to bumper traffic jam on the Botley Road in West Oxford, or dodging double decker buses at Frideswide Square, or averting my gaze from the architecture of the Westgate multi-storey, or skirting around religious fundamentalists/animal rights activists/anyone with a clipboard on Cornmarket, or being humiliated by the self-service checkout in WH Smith, or running the gauntlet of smokers and drinkers spilling out onto George Street of an evening, it’s easy to forget what a beautiful place Oxford is.
Yesterday I had the wonderful experience of singing Duruflé’s Requiem in the gothic splendour of Exeter College Chapel. My photo doesn’t do the stained glass justice, but you get the idea.
In between the rehearsal and the concert I took a moment to remind myself of how beautiful Oxford looks in the evening sun.
The next time I’m battling my way along an overcrowded High Street, I must remember to stop and look up for a moment at those dreaming spires.