Ian and I attended a university event last week, held in the great hall, one of the Sydney University's oldest buildings. I love this space - not just for its important place in Australian education history (and yes, that does excite me), or the wonderful Gothic revival architecture - but for the way my experience of it has changed throughout my life. I remember daydreaming through my sister's orchestral concerts, counting the number of pieces in each stain glass window; or imagining great medieval costumes balls I would hold, during family graduations; and now more recently the great excitement of prospective students at 'entering hogwarts' as I lead them through it on campus tours. Its age and style commands such respect and seems to give such a sense of connection to our heritage. The tapestry behind me is also a treat to view, as it is normally hidden behind a curtain.
This is my man Charles William - totally love this guy. I will rant about his house more at a later date.