Life on Hard Mode

Hello, again, everyone. Do not let my lack of posts fool you: much has been happening here in Nottingham. Unfortunately, one of these happenings has left me less able and willing to do things.

Three weeks ago, I dislocated my kneecap at Ultimate Frisbee practice, when my awkwardly bent leg collided with someone else's. It was unsightly and painful, but there was no major damage. I have since then been living as a cripple, with the ups and downs that brings. Just today, I started physiotherapy and am doing exercises to regain muscle and control in my left leg. The physical therapist was optimistic, and I hope to be fine by next month.

But enough about that. Before the unfortunate practice, us students made a trip to Bath, Avebury, and Stonehenge. The Roman baths in Bath were wonderful, and I have a few pictures from that.

The Roman Baths (right)

Natural hot spring water surrounded by Roman and medieval architecture is pretty cool.

The site had a sort of cellphone that you would call to hear information about the different areas and items.

Unfortunately, my camera ran out of batteries, so I don't have too many photos. This means that I didn't get any of myself in front of one of the wonders of the ancient world: Stonehenge. A friend of mine took some of me, however, and I'll post them up later.

EDIT:

Here it is, or the best one.

Stonehenge was a surreal experience, but there's not much to say other than that it looks like it what it does in all the photos. It was inspiring to stand in their presence, though, and the surrounding countryside was beautiful.

But before I'm done for now, this:

From left to right: Dr. Hugh Higgins, Veronica Horne, Clark Kitson, Zelda Kitson, Philip Rosenblum, Iliyana Romanov, Cynthia Summerbrooke, Otis Dickinson-Hill, Roxy Malone, Samantha Cyprus, Sam Shepard

The night before Halloween, all the flat (minus 2 people) were involved in a murder mystery party. It was great times. In character, we met each other at the residence of Dr. Philip Rosenblum, who, tragically died soon after our long dinner. There was suspicion, intrigue, and an awful, early conclusion, (made by Ben and I to try and wrap things up) that brought everything to an anti-climactic halt. But, we all got to talk in British accents and be jerks, and we have this fantastic photo to show for it. I call it a win.