by Simon Norris For your tomorrow        We offered up our own. We lay ourselves down                  Under a torn quilt of poppies                Across the rift of war. We let you walk upon our backs          To peace. We caught the bullets       And shells With our bodies. A wall of resolve        And flesh and blood. The poppies                […]

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by Amanda Higgin On the last day of Summer Eights, Oriel’s first crew walks away from the river exhausted and a little disappointed. A couple of promising bumps in the first races were followed by a few uneventful row-overs, leaving them the fourth boat on the river. Close enough to take the headship next year, […]

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