Students Never Die

Experienced some grade-A nostalgia while Rebecca and I drove through Winton high street once again. It was strange to walk around in Bournemouth knowing that everyone I went to uni with has now moved on. We went to an old recreation ground where I used to play rounders from time to time, and Rebecca walked past the house she spent third year in. What struck me most was seeing different uni students around on skateboards or buying bits in Lidl. Winton will never be short of students, its constantly regenerating in that sense. While my uni days are over, several other student stories are being made here every single day, and that thought just made me smile.