Oxford: a city of screaming squires

QUITE A PLACE of contrast, Oxford is.

On the one hand you have the dons and the dreaming spires – although many of them are not very dreamy in my opinion. On the other you have masses of tourists flooding in and hogging the streets. And thirteenthly, you have the locals, who must wonder what it’s all about.

Here’s some snaps of different faces of Oxford. And we haven’t seen a single cat all the time we’ve been here. And few other quadrupeds either. I guess the lack of cats accounts for the large number of song birds that insist daylight saving time doesn’t exist.


Some pagan festival or other…

A warning to you all!

Another sort of pagan festival in Oxford


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