A spicy mix of Oxford stories from a house once belonging to a city sausage maker.
Under a Cretan blue sky last week, I cycled over Folly Bridge to South Oxford to meet Jeff Clarke, who at eighty eight, is about to open a new show…
The wanton vandalism that saw the sad demise of The Crooked House pub near Dudley in the West Midlands, prompted a visit to one of Oxford’s own crooked dwellings. Thankfully…
I was gratified to hear from a reader of last week’s instalment of The Oxford Sausage, ‘The Swift Hotel’, asking if was I aware of the heraldic version of the…
I cannot count the number of times I have been inside the Oxford University Natural History Museum. A short walk from my home, I come to marvel at its glorious…
Peter Forbes, has been setting up at Gloucester Green market since six thirty in the morning when I arrive at nine. You can’t miss him. “I’ve got the best pitch,”…
I am, apparently, an abecedarian, a lover of alphabets. I discovered this when visiting the Alphabets Alive! exhibition at Oxford University’s Weston Library – a must if like me you…
Despite its pretty 15th century Oxford shop front, most passers by will not give number 130 High Street a second glance. But down past an ancient oak gateway to the…
I have to admit I had never heard of the Grass of Parnassus. That was until I rang my friend, neighbour and go-to expert on all things flora and fauna,…
I have spent the best part of my life in Oxford. As a child our family lived in an old stone cottage in Headington Quarry to the east of the…