I took the kids to Oxford on Sunday, to poke around the University of Oxford and surroundings.
It was one of those last minute, spontaneous affairs.
I had been before, in 1982 and am happy to report, it is still as magical as I remembered.
One thing I did learn on this trip, you can not 'do' Oxford in an afternoon, at least by my calculations.
Oxford is like a good book, the kind of book you look forward to at the end of the day.
You need to slowly turn the pages, reflecting on what you just read. It is the anticipation of what is to come that is the most rewarding. Losing yourself in the story is essential.
At this point, my kids would be rolling their eyes.
We had a difference of opinion in what we wanted to do which quickly made me realise,
I need to go back on my own.
The kids wanted to steer clear of museums, cathedrals and historic buildings...
anything that would end up with mother needing to be dragged along.
It was a beautiful day, so we all agreed to appreciate the view from the street.
I am showing my favourite photos, they are not so much 'scenes of Oxford' but personal vignettes.
My eye on Oxford so to speak.
I will start and end with my favourite photos, they remind me of a book I cherish, 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn'. The tree of heaven...
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The 'scenes of Oxford' are still to come.
I will save that for another day, on my travel blog, Finding My Way...in England.
If you would like to explore Oxford and Oxfordshire yourself one day, you can research it here.
images~me
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