It should be said that I am not normally a city girl. But just like Bath from yesterday’s post, Oxford is another English city which I really enjoy wandering the streets of.
Just like wild spaces have a spirit to them, I believe some urban spaces do too. Perhaps something of the history and culture of a place seeps from the pavements up into your feet?
I suppose the extra pull of Oxford for me is how much time Professor Tolkien spent here.
I love the architecture. I have had the privilege of visiting Oxford in the summer and in the winter. There is something magical in the way light changes, reflecting off the buildings, intriguing the senses the way it does in natural places.
And then, of course, there are the happy memories of visiting Oxford with precious family that make the wandering all the more special.
These pics are of a January day enjoying a wander through the quiet, chilly streets of the “City of Dreaming Spires”.
