Oxford, Paris, and other things

 Well I went to the Ridgeway this morning, as you do.  My feet are still singing as I speak.  I got lost on the way, and lost on the way back but I made it to the Ridgeway, helped by a retired lawyer who does the walk up every day from his house in Letcombe Regis. He very kindly slowed down for me... oh the shame of not being in top form.  I took many pictures on my camera but none on my phone so here you are. Nothing to see here. Sorry! I went around 8 am this morning, after voting and came back about 3 hours later. I went too far walking on the Ridgeway and then found a road that did not have any space for me to walk in so I had to be walking in the fields.  Then, at last, a pavement, just one side of the road but that doesn't matter, so I was no longer trespassing. Apparently anyway, the kind lawyer told me farmers didn't mind too much as long as you're not driving on the sideways.  Well my first impression of the Ridgeway was a disapointment. It was jus...

 That's it, I've managed to find a copy of Hav by Jan Morris . In fact it was in the Westgate library but in the store so someone fetched it for me. I'm not sure if it's the two volumes together or just one, it's only called Last letters from Hav.  I so cannot wait to read it. And yes I've not started it. In fact I'm scared. What if, like a date you fantasize too much about, it's going to disappoint?  So instead, on the bus home tonight I gazed at the Ridgeway. The view was beautiful today, it had just rained and there was an immense cloud, just opening, over one part of the Ridgeway. " The Ridgeway " by Dave_S. is licensed under CC BY 2.0 . The Ridgeway , for those who don't know (don't worry I was in that category before I moved to Wantage) is the oldest road in England. It is said, perhaps, that the whole land was covered by forest and that early human would walk there, as it was more secure, And perhaps a bit more dry?  Apparently ...