We had lunch in the rooftop restaurant in the Ashmolean, with a grandchild who's studying religion and philosophy. At 19 she is wise, open. Quite a treat! Oxford is, to me, two worlds: the noble buildings housing a quiet hum of industrial learning, while the streets are full of vigorous, noisy shopping, extreme tension of cyclists versus buses. A bit crazy. The violent business seemingly only just under control. I expected to see arguments or blood round each street corner. But this is still (just) sensible Britain. Black is the predominant colour choice for clothing by all generations. As near to invisible as you can be. Decoration and colour confined to the skin tattooes. Lowry would have loved to paint the black scurrying figures. It's more langorous in Frome!