This was my first journey to the Dark Side. The Other Place, mentioned only in hushed, reluctant whispers. A sprawling, industrial cityscape that seems harsher and larger than our own little bubble yet contains people leading lives parallel to our own. I encountered the same mix of cafés and cosy pubs huddled in the overhanging grandeur of 15th Century buildings. Bikes lining every street like silent guardians. Cobblestones competing for space on the footpath, gleefully tripping up unsuspecting tourists. Flower boxes overflowing with colour. Canals stretching out in the sunlight, flecked with poky barges and overgrown weeds like a scene from The Wind in the Willows. Halls saturated in both history and Hogwarts fame. Graduates strolling the streets, robes billowing out behind them like a coven of witches. It may be The Other Place, but Oxford is not so different from Cambridge after all.
Sweet onion, potato and gruyere cheese calzone at The Punter. Beautifully light, flaky pastry which tore effortlessly apart to reveal a sweet, rich, creamy interior. Definitely coming back for this! Maybe it is greener on the other side?