Oxford

Today was to be our last full day away, but before we could enjoy a last walk out there were things to attend to. Angela had a hair appointment, Marge had to be washed and her tyre pressures checked all before we could set off for Oxford. The day bright and warm with no need for a coat, we couldn't believe we'd spent the last few weeks in waterproof clothing. The autumn sunshine cast shadows through the trees clothed in a coat of many colours. It really was a beautiful day.

Where is this place? It's the Oxford campsite Marge. You've been here before. You saved the best to last then. Not really, we've stayed in some fabulous places, this site just suits us at this time. The Oxford camping and caravanning club site is situated close to the A34, our road for returning home to Poole.

It is also just across the road from the river Thames so we took a walk along the tow path, stopping near a gaggle of geese who soon gave up on us when they realised there was no food in the offering.

The moored narrowboats looked tired, damp and green from the overhanging trees. Some had given up all hope, slowly sinking below the water level. But there's something pleasant about walking out in the autumn. Fallen dry leaves beneath your feet. hedgerows naked except for vibrant red berries and the last apples out of reach for scrumping. When we lived in Buckinghamshire, we regularly walked by the river Thames and we were happy to have the opportunity to do so once again.

Back at the campsite Angela spoke to a lady who was returning from eight weeks in Scotland. The next week she would spend in Salisbury and then time in Devon before returning home to Cornwall. None of us wanted our trips to end. What do you think Marge, shall we go home for a few days then set off again?