Last Saturday is when I got a real taste of Oxford. Among other things, I walked ten miles (part of that in the rain), conversed with a custodian at Christ Church College, and paid homage to some of the wonderful writers that came before me.
First things first: we stopped and got coffee at the Brew, a coffee shop on North Parade. North Parade Avenue is the loveliest street in North Oxford, in my opinion; tightly packed, it has several shops, the aforementioned On the Hoof sandwich store, and a pub called The Gardener's Arms.
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Photo cred: Google (this is one area where I don't like taking my own pictures) |
This particular Saturday was the local market—after getting an Americano at the Brew (ironic), I browsed through the local products and ended up getting three French apricots. They were delicious.
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Picture taken shortly before devouring. |
After everyone was finished, our study abroad coordinator and resident faculty, the excellent and admirable Jacqueline Morrison, sent us off on a scavenger hunt. Our guide: three pages of directions and hints, taking us through most of west-central Oxford. I was put in a group with three other folks, and we headed off to explore Oxford.
Our path took us right through the heart of Oxford, eventually leading us to Christ Church College.
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The bells were ringing as we were walking down Park Street, just north of Keble College. |
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The Martyrs' Monument on the corner of St. Giles. |
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Christ Church College, Tom Gate. |
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Ibid. |
There, at Christ Church, we had a question about the scavenger hunt trivia—it mentioned a "Great Tom" Bell, so we stopped in at Tom Gate. We waited around for awhile as one of the custodians chatted at length with a visitor, but finally we were able to speak with him. He was amiable and had a very pleasant smile as he instructed us on the history of the "Great Tom" Bell, which had been moved over to Christ Church over 500 years ago. He told us that it always rang on "Oxford time," which was five minutes ahead of Greenwich—and at five past nine every day, it rang 101 times.
He also told us a funny anecdote about Queen Elizabeth II's birthday last year. She had come to visit Oxford for her birthday, and in her honor, the bell was supposed to ring 100 times. The bellringers apparently didn't get the memo, however, so they rang the bell for an hour straight.
After that, we continued on the scavenger hunt. One of the items on the list was the birthplace of Dorothy Sayers, a famous mystery writer (and a favorite of mine). As evidenced by the picture, I was very excited.
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A lovely little street in west-central Oxford |
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Another little street—the narrow byways of this city are my favorite. |
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There are old stone fences everywhere. It can be a little overwhelming to be constantly surrounded by ancient things. |
This was where the going got tough: we were supposed to find our way to Greyfriars, but the road was closed because of construction. We ended up wandering down to Thames Street just as it began to rain; we stood under the trees and consulted with our map. (Two of us had no rain coats, myself included, so we began to get a little damp.) With complete confidence, I said that we could go over a block and get right to where we needed to go. Little did I know that this street was also blocked off—but, covering up the map and the scavenger hunt pamphlet with a rain-coat, we hurried up Thames Street in pursuit of a street that no longer existed.
The rain began to get heavier as we realized what we had done wrong. And as we went to consult with the map again, we discovered a grievous problem: both the map and the pamphlet had disappeared somewhere along the line, and we were also lost.
Luckily one of our other members had a second map, but a more immediate problem confronted us. It was beginning to rain harder, and little bits of hail were falling. We hurried to the nearest shelter, which was a Royal Mail depot, and watched as the hail turned from tiny little pieces of ice to large, almost dime-sized bruisers.
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Hail! This is my view from outside the Royal Mail office. |
One Englishwoman who was also taking refuge from the storm told us that she'd never seen such hail before in England—it was apparently quite unusual.
After the storm had passed, we used the map to determine where we were. As it turned out, we were way off course—and without a scavenger hunt pamphlet, we couldn't continue to our next item on the list. Eventually, we decided to just head back to the house.
On the way, we found several very nice sites, including a picturesque bridge over the Castle Mill Stream.
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As we headed back to the city center, we passed the Ashmolean, the famous and extensive museum. |
We ended up making quite a trip. If you look at the map below, we walked everything that is highlighted in black Sharpie; our unfortunate detour on Thames Street was is long curve on the bottom left.
On the way, we passed by the Oxford Oratory. Although I had passed it several times before, I stopped to take a picture—one of my favorite poets, and one of my three favorite English poets of all time, was once the curate of the church. If you have not read the work of Gerard Manley Hopkins, you should. He's a passionate, deeply religious, and extremely talented poet.
After getting back to the house, I took off my shoes (a big relief) and then chilled out for awhile.
But I didn't rest long before I was asked if I wanted to go to MooMoo's, a shake shop in the Covered Market, way back into town. Of course, I did what any sane person would have done in my position.
I said, absolutely!
And so I put my shoes back on and headed right back into central Oxford, where we grabbed some delicious milkshakes. Oh, and did I mention that it was still raining?
The milkshake was well worth the trip, however. Afterwards, we took our milkshakes and decided to wander around Oxford a little more. We went to the mysterious secret circle, a little public garden that is tucked right beside the construction on Greyfriars Street. There, Raiden (an English major friend of mine) found a reusable grocery bag lying around and claimed it as his own.
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A nearby weeping willow. |
Then, seeing a slightly bemused couple who looked like they really wanted to stand around romantically in this beautiful garden, we took our leave of the circle and headed down the path. Eventually, we ended up at the bridge I had mentioned earlier. This time, we decided to go up into the adjacent Oxford Castle and have a look around.
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The courtyard was beautiful. |
Next, we wandered back in the direction of the house, seeing the sights on the way. However, when the opportunity came to take a really cool (and slightly sketchy) detour, we took it. We headed down Bulwarks Lane.
We got back on to the street, and proceeded normally from there. I did stop to take a picture of the Saxon Tower, however. Right on the northern edge of Oxford's city center, the Saxon Tower is one of the oldest buildings; it was constructed in 1040, 26 years before the Norman invasion of Britain. It's hard to believe that I was seeing something that was nearly a thousand years old, but was definitely beautiful.
By the time I got back to the house that evening, my feet were throbbing; according to my step calculator, which I'm using for my Walking for Fitness class, I walked around 10 miles that day. Quite a hike! There's the updated map below:
Due to the size of this post, the adventures of Sunday will have to wait until tomorrow. And today (Monday) deserves a post all to its own. For today is the day I made one of my English-major pilgrimages, a tribute to one of the greatest writers to ever live.
But that—that is a story for another day. Stay tuned.