Oxford

On leaving Askett our next stop was Thame to power wash Marge and fill her up with diesel. Two pounds a litre! Bargain. Then on to the Oxford campsite where last time we stayed Marge decided to immobilise just as we arrived. You've guessed it. She did the same today. Don't you like it here Marge? The staff at the Oxford Camping and Caravanning Club Site are a little officious, so when we asked if we could move Marge to another pitch, we were probably considered awkward customers.

Marge settled we took a walk down to the river Thames where John knew chicken of the woods was probably growing on a damaged willow tree. Success, the bright yellow fungi shone like a beacon. It is now inside Marge. There's a surprise! The towpath alongside the river was fairly quiet, our walk disturbed by only a handful of cyclists and joggers.

At Iffley lock the geese were fiercely protective of their goslings, hissing at Angela as she walked by. We miss the river Thames, its tranquillity and beauty.

Today it looked perfect, still and peaceful reflecting the trees along its banks. The only disturbance some rowers and an electric tourist boat cutting the water as they passed by. 

Tonight, the campsite will be full. We don't usually go away in the school holidays. In the ladies showers children were squeezed in to cubicles with their mothers squealing and chattering. Suddenly a little voice said, 'I need a wee'. Silence, while we all waited. 

Hopefully tomorrow Marge will fire up without a problem and we will move further on into the Cotswolds.

Under a bridge over the Thames we saw this fantastically painted graffiti