There is a path that runs along the Thames from where it begins in the Cotswolds (sheep country), through Oxford, to London. I got out to walk some of it this morning, since the bridge over the Thames is about five minutes from our apartment. Lovely walk through the riverside park, and then at the edges of farm fields. It’s not paved, though, and, this being England, the dirt path is muddy and slippery. Will be looking into waterproof trainers . . .
In other news, Abingdon is hosting a carnival this week, so there is extra confusion downtown as vendors hawk rides and candy floss (I was bowled over by the smell of cotton candy all through town). Given that all the streets are windy and few are labeled, Katherine put up with a lot of walking and dead-ending before we made it to the town library. But now we’re the proud owners of Oxfordshire library cards, and I intend to make use of them!
Speaking of walking, I am discovering that backpacking Katherine for miles is no longer as fun as it used to be. So I’m getting a stroller delivered tomorrow. That should make grocery runs a bit easier!
Erin
Alan Schmierer
Want to see pictures of the stroller!! Fill us in on how it works!
Ha. Ha ha. A few minutes after posting that I was notified that the stroller store canceled my order. Turns out that American credit cards are not looked on favorably by UK websites; the vendors worry about fraud. I tried other vendors, but most websites don’t even have the right address lines for international addresses. So I have no choice but to try to schlep my way to the store tomorrow (in Oxford–or, rather, a good two miles from Oxford centre) to prove my respectability.
Erin
Oh for Pete’s sake:(
Mom