Adventures with my mother and a Morris Oxford
The rather crumpled picture above is the only one I have of my mother somewhere on her remarkable journey to the other side of the world in 1950. Exactly 75 years ago.
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At the Sign of the Three Blackbirds
Imagine if you could design your own currency. Decide on an image to represent you, pop in your initials, a date and a pretty border, make the die, and then…
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Happy New Year
I am delighted to say that this is the 26th edition of the Oxford Sausage. That’s six months of weekly ramblings. The time has gone in a flash – and…
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Making the post – Oxford’s Victorian letterboxes
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…
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The vacant chair
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…
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An autumn show in the parks
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,…
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Age shall not wither Yew
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…
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Jeff Clarke, Artist
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…
