Strawberry Fields for at least as long as we can stay awake

The Cookie

So I had my first proper midterm this week, that was interesting, probably should've noted it was worth 20% before the day before but what are you going to do. Fortunately most of it was stuff I had seen before, but the thing is midterms are just weird, give my one big exam at the end over this continuous assessment lark any time. There seems to be some sort of idea that Uni should be a kind of constant effort over the year, instead of a fairly relaxed time followed by a week or so of manic revising, who'd have thought.

The Bird trying to eat my cookie

I was invited to the house of the Professor with whom I am doing my project on wednesday, as one of his previous students had recieved their pHD during the day. This meant going to Bedford, it's very strange Halifax Bedford and Dartmouth are far closer together than home, which is the area at the top of the bay. It was a very nice house, which they'd built, plenty of space and a beautiful garden looking out into the harbour. Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me at the time, but they have weddings there, it's that kind of pretty. I then got to progress to eating, was truly amazing to have some non cafeteria food for a change, had some lobster and haddock nibbles, followed by a wonderful butternut squash soup to start. The main, some marvellous salmon rolls, served with homemade bread and vergetables from the garden. But it was the dessert that was really something special, a pumpkin pie where the pumpkin had been made into a mousse with a cream and cinnamon topping. I was gladly able to inform my hostess after that Brits are a fan of pumpkin pie. We then retired to the games room, where we finished the night playing some pool and table tennis.
 

The Bay

The Lake

Yesterday I went and explored Dartmouth, which is like a suburb of Halifax really, mainly housing. However in among the houses were some stunning lakes, which if I had arrived properly prepared I would've been swimming in, however the correct attire was accross the harbour. This meant I was only able to paddle which meant, in true British spirit, rolled up jeans which of course got soaked anyway fortunately the weather was really rather warm, so we dried off fairly quickly. Our guide was a local who then took us back to her house to relax for the rest of the afternoon, and since she was a music student meant us listening to some wonderful playing on various instruments. I feel I should also mention the cookie I had in the morning, it was roughly an inch thick and the size of my face. Also the evening was fairly wonderful, but then any night that ends with dancing around to the Beatles at 2 in the morning in the study lounge clearly was.