Recently I went with the cellmate to see a play in the New Caledonian Festival. The venue was at Ile Plate University, in a magnificent nineteenth century mock-Camelot hall. During the interval I visited the bog, all olde worlde marble and sandstone. You almost expect Thomas More to emerge from one of the cludgies. I had a majestic widdle among sumptuous facilities. Very relaxing. And yet, when I was a student at Old Caledonian University, the real McCoy, the medieval environment seemed malign, not at all welcoming.
I discovered that being at uni when you're not a student is like visiting a hospital when there's nothing wrong with you. A perfectly balanced experience.