I forget if I've mentioned this on here, so in case you don't know, I'm moving home soon, and thinking of going to Oxford (the city, not the university). Hello, Oxford people. :)
We went down there today to look at places, and stopped for lunch at a pub that will hopefully soon be my local. Well, local-ish - it'll be about a mile away, which is a nice walk to get yourself hungry and thirsty on the way there, and to sober up on the way home. :)
I took my camera along, just in case, and was very glad I did. Even if it is a crappy camera.
The flat itself wasn't that lovely, so I didn't take photos - but it was comfortable, relatively inexpensive, and a fairly decent size (we're just renting, so I'm not holding out for perfect). We've not put a deposit down as yet, and it's not absolutely decided - but even if we end up not moving there, I'm damn well going back to that pub again. *g*
We went down there today to look at places, and stopped for lunch at a pub that will hopefully soon be my local. Well, local-ish - it'll be about a mile away, which is a nice walk to get yourself hungry and thirsty on the way there, and to sober up on the way home. :)
I took my camera along, just in case, and was very glad I did. Even if it is a crappy camera.
When we drove up, this guy was standing in the road, trying to get run over:

We persuaded him out of the way, and he stalked majestically into the allotments opposite, occasionally making his presence known with the usual racket that peacocks make. I've no idea where he came from.
holdouttrout, if I do move here, you have to come visit me so I can take you to this pub:

Apparently it's famous around those parts, and has been seen on episodes of Inspector Morse. We sat in the garden, next to a bit of the Thames, a section that's used to control the river by siphoning off water through the weir. It's been very rainy recently, and parts of Oxfordshire are being hit by floods, so the river was impressively wild and woolly - a dangerous place for a dip. View from the pub garden:

Even the ducks needed a break, and were catching some rays rather than brave the current. The boy was a bit of a scruffy customer, but his girlfriend was elegant and beautiful, and a bit of a poseur.

A couple of last snaps from the pub garden, views up and down the river, either side of the same ivy-covered tree:

ETA: Coming back to add this - this was the weir, controlled from the lock about half a mile away. We were sat next to it, and it was damn noisy (but in a nice way):

We persuaded him out of the way, and he stalked majestically into the allotments opposite, occasionally making his presence known with the usual racket that peacocks make. I've no idea where he came from.
Apparently it's famous around those parts, and has been seen on episodes of Inspector Morse. We sat in the garden, next to a bit of the Thames, a section that's used to control the river by siphoning off water through the weir. It's been very rainy recently, and parts of Oxfordshire are being hit by floods, so the river was impressively wild and woolly - a dangerous place for a dip. View from the pub garden:
Even the ducks needed a break, and were catching some rays rather than brave the current. The boy was a bit of a scruffy customer, but his girlfriend was elegant and beautiful, and a bit of a poseur.
A couple of last snaps from the pub garden, views up and down the river, either side of the same ivy-covered tree:
ETA: Coming back to add this - this was the weir, controlled from the lock about half a mile away. We were sat next to it, and it was damn noisy (but in a nice way):
The flat itself wasn't that lovely, so I didn't take photos - but it was comfortable, relatively inexpensive, and a fairly decent size (we're just renting, so I'm not holding out for perfect). We've not put a deposit down as yet, and it's not absolutely decided - but even if we end up not moving there, I'm damn well going back to that pub again. *g*

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Lovely pics!
Lovely pictures, too.
Thanks!
Glad the trip was good and good luck with the move!
Thank you! I'd like to have spent the whole day sat by the river - but soon I'll be able to do that, fingers crossed.
I think your pictures are quite a ways from the church, but in Iffley, just off the Isis, there's a little church, St. Mary the Virgin. It's Norman late eleventh/early twelfth century, and it's absolutely breathtaking: you can still see many of the stone figures carved around the doors, you can see the outline of an anchoress's cell on the exterior, and much of the old Norman church is as it was, even though it's still used as a CoE parish church. I visit it every time I can; I think it's about forty minutes' walk down the path south of Christ Church. If you do move to Oxford, you must see it!
I've been to the Uffington White Horse, but not Wayland's Smithy. I've been to Duke Humphrey's Library in the Bodleian repeatedly, because I study manuscripts; you need permission to get in there. The Ashmolean is wonderful! I have been a few times. I always try to visit the Alfred Jewel there! But I guess you saw it at the exhibition in London. The Alfred Jewel is one of my favorite artifacts of all time.
Wayland's Smithy is awesome. It's a loooong walk from the White Horse, but well worth it. It felt really... atmospheric. Although I don't know how much of that was just me projecting, having read a lot of stories that mention Wayland.
And, thank you!
I hope you get a chance to take more pictures of the town. :)
And I'm sure I will! :)
Hee, I'm going to have to get an Oxford icon, I guess. *g*