Here’s a morning stroll around the city of Oxford on a crisp late-Autumn morning.
The Thames footpath, many a stroller can be met making the pointless journey along the river to the end bridge and back. You’d think these are the best and brightest.
A view from Broad Street, right next to the infamous Hertford college. Sandwiched between the Bodleian Library and the Sheldonian Theatre, it’s a place as cultured as yoghurt.
In Catte Street (pronounced “cat” which is oh-so-fitting for the venue of the morning strolls of Simpkin, the Hertford college cat, for 9 generations now legend has it).
The shot of “St.Helen’s Passage”, despite the great timing, in no way reflects upon the behaviour of people to be found on Oxford’s streets. Right below the “Bridge of Sighs”, this passage leads directly to the Turf Tavern. The “Turf” is a lovely pub in the back of my quad, which used to be a favourite of CS Lewis, Margaret Thatcher and Churchill on nights out. And for a signature fun fact - apparently when out on a Friday night at a pub, Oxford has the world’s highest saturation of IQ points per square meter.
And finally - the quad of Herftord college in its full morning glory. The vines retain the multi-colour all year round, and the grass is not to be stepped on.
Student life doesn’t allow elaborate cooking early in the morning. Alas, Hall food bound, here is a fine specimen of an English breakfast. It’s on my list of biggest challenges between passing Oxford exams and facing chuck Norris.