The Homecoming

Countdown to Arrival: 2 Days Time to psych myself up for another day of flying. Another day of hoping the plane goes up and down where it’s supposed to and when it’s supposed to and most definitely does not come down at any time or place that is not scheduled! We made it through check-in... Continue Reading →

Farewells, Flying And Friends

Wednesday, January 6 - Thursday January 7 “*&#@!** roundabouts!!!!” shouted Steve. Well, he had to throw one final round of abuse at his old traffic nemesis, as we navigated our way through the outer London streets. The roundabouts sure were doozies. They were double and triple wammies, a bit like driving through the Olympic rings.... Continue Reading →

Draining The Last Drops

Just a touch of the glums today, with nagging thoughts of this being our last full day in England. Time was taken up with organising some things like laundry, a final wash of the bikes and then padding them up and packing them into their boxes for their journey. We also did a trial run into the... Continue Reading →

Murder And Mystery Monday

  The small man entered the room, a dapper gentleman, even dandy one could say. He surveyed the sunlit room, assessing the seating options before selecting a straight backed, wooden chair that would allow him to avoid the bright light streaming through the window. He pulled a crisp, white handkerchief from his breast pocket, unfolded... Continue Reading →

Go Slow Sunday Lives On

And so the finals begin [insert sad sigh here]. Our final Sunday. To mark the occasion, we might as well resurrect that grand tradition that we enjoyed so much…Go Slow Sunday. It so happened it was a good day for it, being another one of heavy rain and temperatures well towards the bottom of the... Continue Reading →

Exploring Page And Screen

A bit of rain about, so let’s leave the roaming of Oxford and take a trip through the countryside today. Through Oxfordshire we hurtled and arrived in the charming little village of Thame. Apart from being lovely, this little town has a claim to fame of having Midsomer Murders filmed there. Yep, we’re on the... Continue Reading →

When Oxford Became A Village

Jerk…shudder…grumble…jerk…jerk…shudder… The van wasn’t happy. It protested most forcefully at being asked to move in the cold, very cold, morning that we had. It grumbled and shuddered and jerked and told us, in no uncertain terms, that it was most displeased with the mere one degree temperature it was being asked to perform in. It... Continue Reading →

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