This is the first photo I took in Oxford, I love that it’s in Ship Street because when I saw it I was reminded of an old Tudor ship and it sort of lurches forward as if it’s lunging about on the sea.
Oxford was a surprise to me, it’s really very different from Cambridge and I had imagined they would be similar. Oxford feels like Glasgow with lots of medieval buildings added. I mean that in the best possible way because Glasgow is bustling and vibrant, just as cities should be.
This one is of Broad Street, just a general street scene, not a particularly busy one though. There are lots of bikes about, just as in Cambridge but in Oxford they don’t seem to be so obtrusive, they were positively dangerous in Cambridge. In Oxford the cyclists didn’t have book baskets, I assume they put all their books in rucksacks. In Cambridge the baskets made the bikes seem very twee, especially as some people had decorated them with silk flowers, it would make it easier to pick out your own bike amongst the hundreds I suppose.
This is the Bodleian library quad, as you can see it’s massive.
This is one of the college gateways, but I can’t remember which one.
This is a gateway to the botanic gardens with a fountain in the background.
Below is Oxford’s version of the Bridge of Sighs.
Three of these punts had been roped together, I suppose so that a large group of people could be together. It’s not my idea of a good punting experience though. My ideal one would have taken place 30 odd years ago and I would have been in a Laura Ashley dress with nobody else visible on the river, except the punter. Now there’s a question. Who would you like to share a punt with?
The photo below is a panorama of Christ Church College, impressive, wouldn’t you say so!
So that was Oxford. It isn’t at all ‘posh’ and is completely different from Cambridge but I liked them both so I can’t say which would be my favourite. We actually bought pasties from The Cornish Pasty Company, which just goes to show that there’s no such thing as bad publicity. It was very good – pork and apple. Jack had a lamb and mint one which he liked but I thought was too minty. I probably wouldn’t even have noticed the pasty place if it hadn’t been for all the hoo-ha about the extra tax which is being levied on them. Pasties aren’t a Scottish thing, we’re into bridies, which are similar, so the last time I had a pasty was when we were in Cornwall years ago. I suppressed the urge to photograph the pasties!