Radcliffe Square on an early summer morning, sitting outside vaults and garden cafe in the middle between the two entrances facing Radcliffe camera.
I love Radcliffe Square because of its friendly or warm sound.
Radcliffe Square sounds like a room. It has walls and open doors, but no ceiling.
I love to hear people coming in to the square from High Street and criss crossing over it,
up and down along the colleges, right across along the Churchill Radcliffe camera and Diagon Alley,
from Cat Street to St Mary's Passage, their shoes and voices echoing against the walls and the mixture of people as well.
University staff, students and visitors, some walking in deep thoughts, some passing through,
some solving an academic problem and some planning their day in the city.
But the radicalisation that. Music.
So. So.
Halfway up, and that's why.
Yeah. Yes, I think.
Oh. Somewhere that I never.
Thanks to.
It had. Right.
So. Then.
We? You know.