High jinks.

A magical moon last night. Seen from the kitchen window there's a glorious view of the sea and that rarest gift of all this far North - a cloudless, star filled sky. Jupiter remains as jaw droppingly bright as ever. 

After yesterdays gales the leaves have been stripped clean off the trees . Lights burning in the dorm rooms signal that some students are taking revision week seriously. 

On the beach a large group of freshers are celebrating with a dip in the sea. It's Raisin Monday - one of those old medieval traditions that has somehow survived into the 21st century.  Neither the cold nor the intermittent squalls can dampen the students enthusiasm for a party. Laughter echoes from one end of the beach to the other. In a small town a couple of thousand happy, partying youngsters can't go unnoticed. That in its own way is a good enough reason to live here. The students have been up all night and aren't yet tired. Hypothermia is a condition that doesn't exist when you're 18 years old.

A Coastguard keeps a watchful eye on the revelers from the warmth of his truck.  

On our way back to the car a group of first years invite us to a seven am 'rave'. " There's champagne " we're told.  We thank them but decline. Pre-breakfast rave imbibing  would effectively rule out the rest of our day.

This take on our southern neighbours was interesting :https://x.com/sam_bidwell/status/1847312153415438369?s=46

Architectural oddity of the day. A cube 400 metres  high :https://newmurabba.com/en/the-mukaab/inside-the-Icon/