One summery morning last week, we somehow loaded our little car with what looked like the contents of a Jessops camera shop, along with everything else we need to say alive for three days (it’s a lot). We were off on a bite-sized family staycation. We zipped out of the grey London landscape and into the lucid green British countryside. The dappled sun came flickering through the trees, and soon enough we found ourselves in the beautiful city of Oxford.
We couldn’t possibly have picked a more glorious day for it. With the sun warming our backs, Oxford was our oyster.
We followed our feet down to the river – after all, no visit to Oxford would be complete without a little punt, it’s an absolute must. As is wearing a boating hat whilst you are doing so…
Just look at how picturesque the river side is…
We punted along the winding stream, our little unit of three. The simple act of sitting in a little boat on the water is somehow instantly calming, and feels like it’s nourishing your mind and soul: the rippling sound of the water, the peppered light glistening on the river’s surface, the hint of an autumnal breeze, and a little trail of hungry, optimistic ducks frantically swimming alongside us.
Since our son has no attention span to speak of, he soon got restless, and we went in search for somewhere he could have a scurry around. Luckily, just a hop, skip and jump away, was the beautiful botanical gardens…
Gracie of course wanted to don his dinosaur cape, or as I like to call it, ‘the cape of sass’.
This is a very mum thing to say, but I honestly don’t know where he gets all his energy from. I mean, bounding, running, crawling, spinning, jumping, slipping and sliding… even just after looking at him for a few minutes I find myself looking for a foil blanket to wrap myself in.
As we playfully chased each other around the gardens, we came upon a large fish pond, filled with startled-looking golden fish and dotted with blush pink lilies. Gracie loved it so much, he told me he wanted to cuddle the fish.
As the sunlight began to dip, we collected a few last shots, then our things, and began to stroll back into the city, in search of some supper.
Oh Oxford, how incredible you are. The atmosphere feels dense with positivity, creativity and happiness. It’s one of those places that you feel has an aura, or a certain kind of ‘being’ to it.
Anyway, I think you get the picture, I pretty much fell head over heels for the place. Oxford is certainly one of the most beautiful places I’ve visited in England, and I’ll absolutely be back for seconds.