In the weekend just gone, I went to Oxford. It was full of bicycles and brilliant buildings, and absolutely devoid of bins, but more importantly, babes. It’s a rather strange place. While the shopping was pretty poor, the cafes and food establishments were fantastic. The Natural History museum was a great two hour outing, but apart from that, we were left with little else to do when we weren’t eating ourselves into a coma.
It’s a lovely place to go for a short break, and a brilliant place to celebrate a relatives birthday (Hi Mum!), but if I were there for more than a few days I’d probably want to off myself. There’s a travel poster in there somewhere, but for now here’s what two days of photography looks like after I’ve filtered out the shite.