When this is over, I’m heading on a pub crawl across Exeter with my dearest friends before we leave Uni for good. A rough list of 16 pubs already exits, and we’re preparing to get completely plastered. At each pub, I’ll give a speech about why I love them, accompanied by the biggest hugs I can manage. There will be chaos, there will be nostalgia, and there will be terrible dancing. The night will end with a drunken dive into the River Exe (my goal since first year), with whoever is dumb/sloshed enough to join me.
– Eleanor-Rose Gordon