Although we’d spent the whole weekend in Oxford (on music and morris dancing matters) and parked by the station for a reshuffling run home, we hadn’t actually done anything touristy, and St. George’s day promised wall-to-wall warm sunshine, so a day’s gentle perambulation around some of the landmarks was called for.

Magdalen Tower, the River Cherwell and strange goings-on from Magdalen Bridge.

Punt park and punt jam. (Actually there were about six punts fully occupied by young people shouting in a non-English language of some kind, going all in different directions and causing complete chaos. The joys of youth…)

A couple of dreaming spires (well, one spire and one tower).

Corpus Christi College and Christchurch College Meadows.

Fran trying out her new diet: a latte and a caramel and chocolate oozing cookie.