Oxford

Along with all the history we decided to change our plans slightly and take in the seat of learning in the UK and visit stately old Oxford. Actually the hostel in Bath was more antiquated than the Roman baths in the city. The showers didn't work and the rooms were so musty we felt sick.
On a number of recommendations we chose Oxford as a good place between Bath and London. We are very happy with our little Mini, and even more so after trying to negotiate British roads. The only roads that are more than one and a half cars wide are the big motorways! It is a matter of constantly stopping to give way to oncoming vehicles!
Oxford it seems is a city of bikes, with most visitors using the parking areas out of town and taking buses in to their destinations. We spent a long time driving around and around the one way streets before finally getting parking near our hostel. We only went up the wrong way once! Pretty good effort we thought, and fortunately the bobbys came along after we had corrected our error!
Oxford is really quite pretty. The rivers and streams meander through the city with stately buildings, gothic caherdrals and weeping willows lining their banks. You could easily imaging men in stripped suits paddling their bonneted ladies along the river.
We ate at a resteraunt called the Slug & Lettuce! It was very flash inside with reasonably priced good food, but really the most un appetising name I could imagine!