It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time

We spent the afternoon at Ralph's wandering through the endless rooms hung with paintings and stuffed animals, and then laid the table with a stretch of cutlery and a different glass for each course, with great spaces between each place in order to fill the entire grand dining table. Molly and I baked bread which we ate the following morning before walking into the sprawling grounds of the house, staring out at the fields all around us. It felt strange when we finally had to pack up our things again and drive back to Cambridge to begin another week of late-night essays and days spent in the library.

Uncover your locks, make bare the leg, uncover the thigh, pass over the rivers

I just found these pictures I took of Marley a few years back. She sat on the wonderful windows which open out from the bed stretched out beneath the sill while I crouched on the rooftop, with a pair of my stockings that I gave to her as the light faded fast.

We walk not by sight

Jess and I walked along the river in the late afternoon sun with bare legs and books, climbing over tree roots and puddles all the way to Grantchester. Just before the dusk came I took this of Jess in my favourite hat, but then we started to feel the cold and retreated inside to drink ale.

I put on righteousness, and it clothed me

A group of us disappeared for the weekend to Ralph's incredible estate in the middle of the Leicester countryside. On the Sunday afternoon, after Molly and I had sat drinking gin and tonics in the ballroom in front of the fire, we braved the cold outside to walk around the grounds - stables, dairy and all - where I took these pictures with all the clothes I'd brought.

You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning

We booked late one night in the cold reaches of December to fly to Porto for new year. The train across the countryside to Lisbon framed the run-down, salmon-coloured buildings through rain-misted windows. We walked up and down the criss-crossing sloping streets endlessly, ran to catch the boat back and forth across the river, ate oranges just picked, sheltered in beautiful bookshops, and cat-spotted on street corners. I slept what seemed like longer and longer each day, but felt almost deliriously tired as we wandered around, starting to spot faces in knotted tree trunks, odd backyard swimming pools and potted plants in bird cages.

I saw in my vision by night, and behold, the four winds of heaven were stirring up the great sea

We drove to the coast from Lisbon, to an old monastery with arches running to the drop down to the sea, with the wind pushing us nearer and nearer to the edge. It felt strangely barren, with weeds sprouting amongst the empty walls and the sprawl of empty farmland all around. Just as we were leaving a rainbow formed above us, which made me laugh too much to take a picture, and then we went to eat Portuguese pancakes and sleep some more.

And the earth and the works that are done on it will be exposed

The Millbank protest had a completely different feel to the one a month later, where my best friend Alfie was hit and underwent emergency brain surgery to survive. At this one, there was more excitement than anger, and the police were calm. I was pushed right to the front when people started breaking the windows at Millbank, and there was an immense sense of the entirety of the crowd pressing behind us willing something to happen, and the sheer force of them enabling the building to be taken. A huge cheer went up when the first people appeared on the roof, their flags silhouetted against the bright sky. From below with the sun reflecting off the river behind us, before the destruction started to take hold more strongly, it felt incredible.