The Oxfordshire Inn Hotel
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... the Thames Path sign around for those walking in the opposite direction so I twist it back before continuing on my way up a very narrow and muddy, puddle ridden track. Passing a sailing club and marina I now find myself trudging across squelchy grass for a couple of miles. The donkey line runs a little way across the field on my right hand side and I see the train pass on its way to Marlow and also see it coming back. The scrunchy frost is now melting fast ...
... Inn' which is owned by Michel Roux, one of those who made cuisine the way it is today!
Also take a look along Boulter's where the beautiful Weeping Willows meet the calm waters of this Thames riverfront area. There's a cheap carpark from which you can follow the river easily to the restaurant on the left or to neighbouring towns to the right and across the bridge. Or, just take a seat and watch the riverboats, ducks and geese pass you by!
... Iguazzu, Santiago and the Falkland Islands. Tuesday morning saw us in better shape and ready to unpack our suitcases. The bags seemed so big and the storage so small......and it all fitted with room to spare. Then we were off to Chiswick, driving the familiar road to London without the TomTom. Terry and The Chiswick Roundabout in a 7.5m motorhome. Poetry In Motion! Around the next corner and onto the Thames Rd....NO parking! Around the block again and there was our ...
... now. It was too hot for this, so I took the lead to slow the pace down. After a mile I could see we were gaining on them, so I told myself ‘No Rush,’ but even I would not listen. We found ourselves gradually picking up the pace as we got closer, and as we got closer we would pick up the pace a bit more. It was not long before they were small figures, fading into the distance in our mirrors. We had passed them, but why? It’s not a race, ...
Marty left to walk back to the hotel after lunch, as he was done in by the combination of his cold and jet lag. I stayed on until 3:30. There was more singing from another book, but I decided to attend to my own case of jet lag.
That evening we joined some of the singers for a dinner we had signed up for at a lovely place called the Walters Arms. We walked there and took a cab back to the hotel. We had an excellent beer ...