King's put on a lovely drinks reception on the grass and at every turn it seemed impossible not to bump into people I had been meaning to see for months. A delicious lunch followed, and as Richard's familiar voice boomed out across the Hall, entreating us to return often and to claim our six free meals a year, it was hard to feel sorry for the students studying for exams. An afternoon of relaxing in the sun with old friends, the trip most people (myself included) probably made to Gardies that night, and a train ride back to London surrounded by King's people left me wanting to come straight back. It felt like home.