From Bath, I was Oxford bound. I was excited about seeing it, because it's so famous and always recommended by those who visit. To make sure I got there without delay, I reserved my seat on the only daily NX service between the two cities. This turned out to be a bit of a joke, since I was one of only half a dozen passengers on the coach. Arriving in the evening, I saw masses and masses of bicycles glinting in their serried ranks, the traditional steeds of the city on display, awaiting the five o'clock rush. Once I had had myself a home, I spent the evening writing some blog updates on Harry (and if you’ve noticed I’m behind, even so... um, sorry 'bout that.) The next morning I was up and dressed, and after
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