I did not take this picture, but I really wanted to.
I read somewhere that the best view of Oxford is from the top of Old Boar’s Hill. So last weekend I talked everyone into taking a bus to Wootton, a bit southwest of Oxford, walking a mile or so up a hill, and then looking out onto the beautiful ancient buildings.
It didn’t work out that way. After some difficulty leaving the house, we did, eventually, find the right bus, but in the meantime Claire took a tumble running around the stone passages in her Wellies (British for rain boots). We then went to buy plasters (band aids).
An hour or so later, we took the bus to the middle of nowhere and set off on some pretty but muddy roads. After a really, really long time, we crested Old Boar’s Hill and found a rock that told us we were at the lookout point. The only problem was that this was a lookout without a lookout. Just more trees. We wandered around through the woods for a while, then went back down the hill to wait for the bus.
The best part of this adventure was the Kinder Eggs at the end.