The soft light of an early November evening falls on the redwood in the beautiful garden of Wellington Square, the headquarters of the University of Oxford. There is a single wooden bench on the thick grass covered with yellow leaves that is entered through a door. It is a peaceful place where children, dogs and students play and eat. It could be described as idyllic.
“But…”, intervenes our guide this afternoon on the Uncomfortable Oxford tour, Claire McCann, a graduate in Economics and Gender Studies and who is now doing her doctorate in Education here. McCann tells the story of which there is apparently no trace.