Cycled with Alice after dinner down to the river. The water was perfect and incredibly still, reflecting the orange/yellow dusk around us. It was so relaxing to hear the satisfying noise of the oars dipping into and out of the water in unison as the rowing boats glided past us. We sat on a bench and read some poems by Sir Thomas Wyatt which Gabriel had lent me before cycling back to Hertford in the gathering dark. Later, we went for a walk under the stars up to the uni parks while we talked about all the summer's events...
