I had an uneventful flight - the best kind - got through border control and customs at Heathrow, carted my baggage to the bus station, rang C, and had time for coffee and a croissant before getting the bus to Oxford.
It was -1 Celsius and the landscape had a dusting of frost on it, but it was bright and sunny and I found it refreshing and quite pleasant after a steamy Sydney summer.
C has been here three weeks, and has settled in to the attic study at my sister's place, where I've now fitted myself in as well. It's all very comfortable and homely, just as it was when I stayed here in 2007.
It hasn't really sunk in that Oxford is going to be my home for the next three years. Perhaps when we find a house of our own to rent, that may start to become a reality.