I used to live in Oxfordshire, so I have several friends who still live in and around the city. I don’t see them as often as I’d like, so last week I got on the Oxford Tube and headed over there to catch up with one of them.
The friend in question lives on a canal boat, which is one of those things that seems romantic and lovely but is probably quite difficult in reality. A few of my Oxford friends live in boats moored along its waterways, and from time to time one of them will try to persuade me that I’d enjoy it too. But I grew up in a caravan and I know that life doesn’t often reflect romantic ideals. I have had quite enough experience of emptying my own toilet, and these days I much prefer being connected to the London sewer system. Continue reading “Wednesday Wanderings: Oxford’s Canal”