I went to Oxford with Mum and VC the other day. What a wistful trip down it was on the coach whizzing past the meadows and fields of London’s outskirts.
Of course the first thing we did was find a cafe. That’s our style. That’s the way we roll.
It was a funny little place called The Vaults. There was nice looking food but we decided on coffee and cake. Mince pies to be exact and VC tried a cranberry slice. With the holly on the table and my mince pie on my plate, I couldn’t help but take a sneaky shot.
It turns out we were sipping our cappuccinos in a place where the old masters of the university would meet to shape and form the Oxford institution as it is today. The Vaults was known as the university’s Old Congregation House where academics had met since as early as the 12th century.