Now I was leaving Winslow for Oxford - land of Inspector Lewis, the Alice in Wonderland store, thousands of bicycles, and Oxford University (38 colleges, 6 museums, 21,000 students). Some of my family moved here, but previously, in 1871, Grandma's uncle, Mackwood, began training at age 17 at St. Mary Hall (which I think is gone now), Oriel College.
I arranged a ride from Winslow at noon so I could have a leisurely morning; besides, check-in at the B&B in Oxford wasn't until 1:00. When I woke up to rain, I was glad I didn't go with the bus option, which would have involved going back to Aylesbury, getting a second bus to Oxford, then a taxi up to the B&B two miles north of town.
The driver, who owned the company Church Street Cars, drove like a madman (I was starting to get the picture that that's how many people drive in England), and missed the turn-off to Oxford, but he was friendly and chatty, so it was an enjoyable trip.
The main event for me was Woodstock Road which parallels Banbury Road then joins it in a V at the bottom. From the B&B to the Woodstock house is about a mile, maybe a little more, and that again to downtown Oxford. I could have taken a bus but I always walked there and back.
Take Woodstock Road to the north then west for easy access to the Cotswolds or straight up to Woodstock / Blenheim Palace and beyond to the Cotswolds.
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