Greg stands here in front of the gatehouse, reading up on Merton.
And in we go . . .
That archway towards the right looks like this as you walk toward it:
And there are all these not-immediately-noticed details, like the drainspout with the dramatic face!
This archway leads to the Fellow's Quadrangle, where the various faculty live:
The next picture is the Mob Quad, which is the oldest in all of Oxford. And this is the one that somehow gives me chills for all its spareness. It just looks soooooo old! No, wait, it IS so old! The grassy areas are as fine as a golf course (no walking, please), and you often find on the pathways small clumps of old moss that the pigeons have knocked off the roofs. Also that peaked roof in the center, while looking sort of new relative to the adjacent roofs, is as old as the rest, and is solid stone - to protect the valuable archives stored within from fire.
Yes, I know, spare, but you have to be here to feel the chills!
It seems too cumbersome to talk you through the whole place, but the following are all of the grounds of Merton. What I will, from now on, consider one of the loveliest places on this earth . . . walk with me, if you will.
The above gate looks out beyond the back of Merton's properties, onto more lovely grounds and playing fields. If you turned to your left, you would see those beautiful roses on the buildings that are the Fellow's Hall, which, again, houses the permanent faculty there.
Below is the rear view of Merton Chapel, where we have heard some heavenly choral music at Evensong services.
If you have the opportunity, go to Jesus College and find the brass rubbing of Thomas, Archbishop of Dublin (I think that's who it's of), that hangs in one of the stairwells. It was made by my grandfather, Warren O. Ault, and his friend Thomas Lawrence (later aka Lawrence of Arabia) when they were students at Jesus College, ca. 1909 (my grandfather was there between 1907 and 1910). This brass rubbing hung in my grandfather's study in Newton, Massachusetts, for many years, and then at the centenary of Lawrence's birth (which was around the centenary of my grandfather's birth--he lived to be 102) somebody came over from Jesus College and got the brass rubbing and took it back to Jesus College, where, so far as I know, it has hung since.
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