We awoke this morning to rain and immediately checked the forecast. It was
supposed to clear up and be pretty nice after the morning showers let up.
We went across the street and had “a proper English
breakfast” at the “Beefeater Restaurant,” but that’s another entry for another
day.
Well fed, we headed off for the park and ride outside of
Oxford.
From what I have read prior to arriving here, it’s OK to
drive in the “country,” but the cities are best traveled by public transport. Something about leaving it to the professionals.
We looked to our trusty nav system to find a park and ride
near oxford. We got only one choice -Thornhill - which seemed a bit odd,
because I know that there are at least five. However, I recognized the name, so
obviously that was the one we needed.
I was wrong. We ended up driving thru Oxford to the far end
of the town, passing at least two closer park and rides. If that wasn’t enough fun, the crazy woman in the SatNav decided
that we needed to drive thru a residential area.
As we drove thru the very narrow streets, lined with parked
cars, I was reminded of the fun of navigating thru Boston’s well laid out and
carefully planned streets. We weaved and bobbed thru the crowded roads,
Pauline digging her nails into the fantastic Naugahyde interior of our trusty
Vauxhall motorcar.
We careened thru the town, like the knight bus in Harry
Potter, finally arriving, not at the promised park and ride, but at the end of a
very nice cul-de-sac of tenement houses. We reset the SatNav, but it still told
us we had achieved our requested destination. I thought about knocking on a
door and checking if the resident would give us a ride to the city center, but
I thought better of it.
Turns out the park and ride was just behind the houses, but
to get to it, we had to back-track for several miles.
We managed to find our way and park the car, then boarded
the bus for downtown Oxford.
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| A street view of the City Center, Oxford, UK |
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