VUT at St Albans has a gum tree plus portables feel that reminds
me of the 1970s, only the buildings aren’t as brown as they were then.
There’s no doubt as to what country you’re in, even if the maps and
building signs seem so generic. In the middle of a field with a
horseshoe-like hill around it, there’s a lonely sign proclaiming it to
be an emergency assembly area. It feels like you’re on the edge of
things here – suburbia’s extended its reach past this place now, though
there’s still plenty of dead space around.