OXFORD

JULY 7 2007

History and heritage surrounds us in every brick of every wall and structure,  as we traipse,  mouths aghast at the beauty that our eyes behold.

It's been a while since I flirted with the dimensions of this magnificent town,  and thankfully little has changed in those interim years to dull my recollections,  or quell my love for Oxford Town.   Inspector Morse solved a hundred murders right here,  and countless BBC productions have used this area as a backdrop for elaborate costume extravaganza's.   No wonder when such natural elegance is offered in abundance.

We stroll hand in hand,   Pat and I,    blissfull of outlook,  happy of heart,  and full of belly following a rollicking good lunch in one of the many excellent bistro cafe's peppering the city centre at evenly spaced intervals.    Even the roadworks and lane restrictions somehow take on an attractive form of their own,  in this most enchanting of areas.

It's good to be a tourist sometimes,  to take in the luxurious contours with eyes eager to learn and enjoy.   As the boating lake fills with the sound of merry banter and joyous laughter,  we bathe in the afternoon sun and have little care for what tomorrow brings,  the here and now is all that matters to us now.