These, alas, are the last words I will write for
Palatinate, a reality which you, reader, have no doubt read with a nigh-overpowering sense of dismay. Yet here we are, my three years in Durham are almost through.
It is a cliché to say that all good things must come to an end, but this nevertheless rings true. Over the past few peculiar terms, this sentiment has driven me forth to make the very best of the time I have left in this city.
And what a glorious city it is. I have only recently – thanks to extensive lockdown coffee walks – come to fully appreciate the wondrous beauty of these grey towers, this half church of God, this half castle ‘gainst the Scot.