May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Traditional Celtic Blessing
‘You don’t look like a fresher to me.’ He looks first at me; then at my suitcase, which is sitting obediently at my feet; then back at me. ‘Are you a… a…’ I allow him time to struggle on in his battle between politeness and curiosity. ‘Are you a… second year, perhaps?’ I smile benevolently: … More Welcome Back to Durham