After Thursday night's Leaver's service and dinner I've cleared my study, handed in my keys, said my goodbyes and left Ridley. In September a new batch of students will arrive, just like I did two years ago.Key memories of the last two years are:
- croquet in the summer sunshine,
- leading Morning Prayer the day Mark Autherson died,
- hearing the Gospel Choir sing 'God Is' at his funeral
- climbing 54 steps to my study in the first year, and none in the second year
- Romsey Mill
- our two Besom projects
- playing games of "What's in the lecturer's head?" in Old Testament lectures (never did find out!)
- trying to get to grips with Greek along with The Sisterhood (now disbanded)
- being much sillier than is right for somebody my age (but getting away with it)
- preaching from the same pulpit occupied thirty years earlier by Rowan Williams
And memories of Cambridge itself:
- leisurely walks through the Cambridge colleges
- jaywalking Japanese tourists in pursuit of pictures of lampposts
- early morning runs to Grantchester (before dodgy ankles made that truly a memory rather than a sensible thing to do)
On Monday the packers arrive and on Tuesday we leave Cambridge. So the weekend is busy making sure we've hidden things that need to stay with the rented house, and stuffed the car full of stuff that we'll need overnight.
