Anyway. Saturday I was awake early. The sun was shining! Maria was also eager to enjoy such rare circumstance. So she proposed going to Dartmoor and having a stroll. Splendid! We phoned Shabnam, an Iranian PhD student of which I knew she was also considering such activities, grabbed the baby, and went. I was still missing Norway, but I had to admit that Dartmoor is not bad. I don't think Shabnam really noticed the landscape because she was completely absorbed by Rosa, but to each their own. It was a good afternoon! After a stroll we got ourselves a pasty in the sun, and did some more sightseeing.
Shabnam, Rosa and Maria
It was a day that completely confirmed my new English status of the responsible, calm, sensible woman. This time more family girl than scholar, but well, something with a calm stroll in pleasing weather, kindly smiling to all other venerable citizens going for a jolly walk. I should go buy a miss Marple dress. And we had crumpets for breakfast! The nordic hero in me is withering away.
After the stroll things got more familiar, though: Veit invited me for a barbecue. That is an activity miss Marple would not quickly get engaged in I gather. But I was in for a bikeride, even though he turned out to live almost disappointingly close. And it was a good barbecue. Unfortunately characterised by what most of my social life so far is characterised by: people on the ominous brink of leaving. But nothwithstanding that blemish, and the unaccustomed homeliness of the earlier part of the day, it had been a good day.
Dave (Rolands PhD student), Veit, me, and Lauren (who is about to leave us for Exeter)