In the dreariness of the dawn, international students all over Bristol peeled themselves from their warm pillows. As they met the cool morning air they strayed toward the woodland (road, that is) soon, many found themselves drifting off again against the background of a gentle hum. Their hibernation soon came to an end and they found themselves beside a small field where just beyond lay the gently flowing river Cam. Half of the group went beyond the river to explore further, and the rest stayed to play and relax and punt along the river. On the river, some seemed to prefer movement laterally and in the spectrum of elegance, there was displayed, every degree. Being a lovely and warm spring morning, one even went for a swim!
The other half who had ventured past the river discovered an old and historic, bustling urban settlement. There were three who wore blue badges who led them through the city and spoke of its history, its culture and its fame. Some reputedly saw a certain Stephen Hawking as they wandered about the city. Later on the students all gathered back into the small field before being taken home and back to their warm pillows.
The other half who had ventured past the river discovered an old and historic, bustling urban settlement. There were three who wore blue badges who led them through the city and spoke of its history, its culture and its fame. Some reputedly saw a certain Stephen Hawking as they wandered about the city. Later on the students all gathered back into the small field before being taken home and back to their warm pillows.
