Wheels of Addis

I went to Oxford this weekend to celebrate Thanksgiving with my dear friend Kathleen from Spokane, Washington. I brought my bike with me (not to dinner, but to Oxford) and took the opportunity to take in some countryside.

So on Sunday, in the pouring rain, I headed out on my little yellow bike. I took the towpath down past Iffley and away from the city, through the fields and villages, up hills and on to Abingdon. The puddles were ankle deep in places and, without mudguards, I was quickly soaked and splattered. I looked like a soggy Jackson Pollock.

Here’s the church I came across in a village called Radley:

If I’d had my wellies, I’d have climbed across to this bench and taken in the views (I think this village was called Sunningwell):

I didn’t have any company on the day, so I must admit I did occasionally talk to the animals. I’m sure they were listening:

And finally Abingdon. I started to cycle further on towards Didcot but my watch told me it was time to head back. Lunch was in the oven and who would turn their nose up at a Sunday roast on a cold and wet November day?

To see a map of the area, in case you’re curious, click here