Enjoy winter while it lasts.
A weekend break with Mrs Turnstone took us to an Oxford cold enough for ice to send us sliding.
The city’s Red Bull welcomes all who come in by train, but he deserves to be more prominently displayed, not enclosed on three sides by yellow brick walls.
We’d already greeted Betjeman at St Pancras and Brunel at Paddington stations; which poses a question: who should be standing outside Canterbury West, welcoming pilgrims, visitors and students to the city?
The trees of Oxford were still unleafed so the mistletoe stood out in all its abundance, high in the upper branches. Mrs Turnstone deserved a kiss as we passed by below.
On the river the mallards were certainly paired off, bar a few bachelor drakes trying to persuade the ladies that their charms were greater than their chosen ones’.