A spicy mix of Oxford stories from a house once belonging to a city sausage maker.
You see them all over Oxford. A Victorian invention, standing solidly on the city’s pavements and street corners, or sunk into ancient walls, elegant in design, cheerily welcoming in their…
I was delighted to receive a small package from a reader of this blog. It was a copy of a book first published in 1764. They thought I’d be interested…
Next year is the 250th anniversary of Oxford’s Covered Market. Tucked away behind its elegant classical frontage on the High Street, its grid like layout of avenues reaching back to…
The photograph above shows the latest cohort of undergraduates coming to study at Hertford College, Oxford. It is taken on the west side of the Old Buildings Quadrangle – you…
It is easy to miss Annora’s grave. For she is buried under a moss covered stone slab lying flat on the ground, close up against the south wall of the…
We’ve had some incredible blue skies this week. So I head down the road to the University Parks, to take pictures of the autumn colours. As the clocks go back,…
The Turf Tavern still retains its quaint charm, despite long being discovered as a tourist destination. Found down a narrow cobbled alleyway, it advertises itself as the oldest pub in…
Next Thursday, October 19, is the feast day of St Frideswide, the patron saint of Oxford. And so I decide to cycle with my friend, Gina, to Binsey, a tiny…
As well as the needless vandalism that saw the felling of the Sycamore Gap tree near Hadrian’s Wall in Northumberland this week, I read that an old yew tree has…
Rupert Griffin is fast approaching his busiest time of year when I meet him at the farm just outside Oxford, where he runs his apple pressing operation, Tiddly Pommes. Looking…