all sides by ancient buildings,
making it feel a bit like an
exclusive barracks. There is,
as Henry Skrine wrote in
1801, ‘an air of superior
grandeur and propriety’ about
the cobbled square, deserted
today because it’s half-term. I
head under an archway and
through a small wooden door
pitted with iron studs. My
destination is the college
archives, which has
manuscripts dating back to
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