As part of an occasional series – where I get up early so you don’t have to, as in previous posts on Stonehenge solstice etc. – a frontline report from Oxford mayday, which by comparison was a relatively genteel affair – the only rasta locks I saw were on a security guard, one of many stopping anyone from jumping into the river off Magdalene Bridge.
But from the moment the choir started singing from the top of the tower at 6.00 am, this had a magical quality: green men parading, a terrific samba band up the High St and Oxford buildings looking at their most dreamy in the morning mist. A lot of very hungover and loved up students emerged from clubs and pubs: a strange mixture of disco shorts and dishevelled black tie. And in the middle of it all, a talented band playing mournful latin music in front of the Havana cigar shop…… what a way to wake up to spring.