Norwich gave me some obscenely gorgeous weather for my weekend.
Cue wine picnics with the students who attended my lecture on Friday to continue discussion and a forest-lake frolic with Iorwerth on Sunday.
This is our "I shall lounge in warm, soft grass eating grapes fed to me by beautiful women" pose.
A swan friend! This sparked listening to "Colors of the Wind".
...I'm not prepared to say that Maestro slipped into the lake and rode the bus home naked.
But I'm not prepared to testify that he didn't, either.
Once home, though, we didn't take off our sari-esque wrap immediately. Instead, we swapped to a combination of Sumi wrestler and tribal dance moves in a sarong-esque thingamabob.
Overall, a grand time was had by all.