The picture of the Siberian vase at Merton (Oxford Today, Trinity 2014, p. 40) awakened memories from 40 years ago, when I was a visiting fellow at Wolfson.

On our first night in Oxford, my family and I trekked down from our house on Victoria Road to hear a concert at Merton. We were jet-lagged, cold and wet, but seeing that vase as we walked in imprinted a memory that is with us yet.

The concert was itself lovely, and our terms at Oxford were rewarding in many ways.