I needn't have worried. As soon as we got there he began to adapt to and relish his new surroundings - unpacking his things and introducing himself to his new housemates. The halls on campus are so well designed with a strong sense of community - a perfect start to independent life.
We stayed overnight in Bradford to get to know the city a little better and help him to get his bearings (and not to rush the goodbye!).
And what a fascinating city it is...
|City Hall, Bradford|
|Did you know Henry V was a keen footballer!|
|The 'Little Germany' quarter|
|Queen Victoria photographed by Fred|
I liked the juxtaposition of the new city development with the beautiful relics of the city's Victorian textile heritage.
We loved this city... the boy chose well! I am a little bit envious of him as I would just love to be a student here, but I had to leave him to enjoy this place on his own, in his own way. And yes I did shed a few tears in the car, a few more when we arrived home, and even more in the supermarket the next day! It feels like grief, but for a good change, so I mustn't be too sad. He is happy, therefore so must I be, but roll on Christmas!