Term Three. In Earsldon the sun has finally arrived, at my desk I watch as cats skulk around the quiet street outside gazing at twittipated spring birdies, it’s light for our cycle to campus and back, and Earlsdon festival is on its way. On campus, the atmosphere is quite different. Flowerbeds full of colourful blooms mean planting up for graduation days and tours for new students. The place is rammed with tense students revising and finishing essays, or at the very least drinking espressos and lucozade while boasting about the number of all-nighters they have pulled so far, the library is open 24 hours and nerves are running high there resulting in the occasional spat between finalists snapping at first-years over-stepping the reasonable conversation-levels line in the quieter zones.
Tense war-zone-like caffeine-driven fury of campus aside, I am buoyed up by my brand new bicycle tyres, a warmer journey to campus and cupboards stocked with a mix of brain-empowering veg & salads and enough waffles & ice-cream to ease me through the bad revision days.
But you don’t want to hear about all this, do you? I know what you come to this blog for. Cake. So I give you…. CAKE! Spring-time cake. With some happy sheep cake-pops, and some slightly more sinister–looking-like-Frank(-from-Donnie-Darko)-rabbit-pops. Enjoy.