No-one was up to much today

We'd never parked at Osney before and I had anticipated a noisy night (adjacent pub) and a noisy morning (brick and mortar neighbours leaving for work in the early hours). In fact there was not a sound and (for once) I had a pretty good night's sleep.I didn't crawl out of my pit until 9.00am.
G has sinusitis, Sue has a rotten cold (Vic is fine) and the wind was still blowing a hooley so, when I walked the dogs this morning, I dropped off a fiver for each of the boats with the lock keeper to stay another night.

We trundled into Oxford at mid-day.

 Passed the old prison (where I used to play guitar with a choir to entertain the prisoners as an 18 year old - ahhhhh) and County Hall. It's now all been developed into a tourist attraction with loads of eateries.

 and we then introduced the No Problems to the Turf Tavern for lunch

 by the Rialto Bridge

 you have to know where it is as it's hidden away down a discreet alleyway - one of many pubs that were heavily featured in Morse

 We then had a date in the covered market for meat, fish and veg but, much to my horror, it's been 'ponsified' into a sort of British equivalent of Pier 39 in San Francisco! No more pheasants (in feather), rabbits (in fur) and hosed down broken concrete - it's all tiled floors and Radley handbag shops

 having said that, I loved the fancy cake shop!

 Such clever work in these!

 I guess we're getting close to Hallowe'en

The only person who has really suffered from a little bit of city living is Daisy. I thought she'd just stomp up and down on the roof but, each time I let her out, she did rolly pollies down the middle of the road so she's been confined to barracks: cuddles and canellini bean chasing in the shower tray. It won't hurt her until tomorrow.

Today didn't go as planned

They rarely do.

 A short hop through Godstow Lock, down passed Port Meadow and into Osney (Oxford) for a Tesco delivery. That's as far as we went as the wind was evil so we called it a day

Last night was full of dramatic skies

 as the predicted front came through

 and this morning a boat passed as we were about to leave so we suggested NP went through with them with a Tesco delivery imminent - I locked both boats through as, inevitably now it seems, the locks are on DIY 

 the light and shade this morning was so intense

MR on the lock landing whilst I work the lock

 a fair old assortment of derelicts

 and look at this tree felling going on - Vic and I were apoplectic. The piles sorted by lengths of wood of similar diameter - producing a Hannibal Lectar salivation from me

 Nice, but unusual, decoration on the side of this narra

 and then a long circular walk up to the South Oxford Canal and Wolvercote Lock before returning across Port Meadow and the Thames Path 

 a lovely walk and, with Sue's good planning, the majority of the wind at our backs

 we met a fair few cyclists today that I would have gladly dunked but, sadly, Muttley didn't perform

Muttley has put a cyclist in the canal

Now; before those of you, like me, who have been innumerably pissed off with cyclists running you off the towpath start giggling - this was a lovely elderly gentleman who only fell in because he was being nice to a terrorist Muttley.

The  cyclist approached us (me and the two dogs) slowly from behind on the towpath and stopped dead because Baxter stopped to eat a mouse (don't ask). He wished me a good day and continued slowly on his way where he encountered Muttley fart arsing about in the middle of the path, so I called Muttley back who stopped; turned; accelerated. Straight across the cyclist's path. The cyclist wobbled; swerved and..... fell in the canal. I lifted the bike out of the poor man's way and helped him out and G threw us a towel off of MR. We dried him off as best we could and he abandoned his bike ride and turned back for home. He was soooo nice about it. Of all the cyclists that I would gleefully have dunked over the years, this was not one of them. I briefly considered asking if I could take a photo for the blog but thought better of it!

Drawing a line under that rather unfortunate incident we've had some lovely walks along the Cherwell (but, sadly, no kayaking). 

 Then yesterdat we headed off up to Shipton Lock to wind and come back down to the Thames. Being a 'lozenge' lock we thought we'd get both boats in - so G tucks MR (the shorter by 3ft) into the side 

 to make way for NP

 maybe not then - Sue reverses out!

 we wind

 and come back down

 and Sue heads an orderly queue with a little boat

 plenty of room for both of these boats - the little boat is tucked neatly inside NP

 Stopped at the back of Kidlington and harvested and sorted massive of wood before setting off this morning and leaving some restorative bread pudding for the boat behind!

 quite busy as we turned into Dukes Cut

 through the lock and back onto the Thames

 Clearly this 18 inch drop requires 2 men to man the lock whilst I get pushed under the trees by the wind!