August 18 2026. The Rose Revived at Newbridge to the Talbot Pub near Eynsham and on to Oxford. Close to 14 km. Cooler and cloudy today.

Just another day of walking. Spoke with a fisherman who had done his degree in Saskatoon, and later with a family relaxing in chairs outside their boat. Ken had already gone by (he walked ahead most of the day) and the dad thought we were from Switzerland.  I stopped to chat. His family said he needed new glasses if he didn’t see the maple leaf 🍁. So I gave him a maple leaf key chain so he would recognize it in the future.  And thanked him for removing 2 ounces from the weight of my pack. 

So many sheep today, including a poor one who got separated from his herd and was by himself in the field. He was running back and forth along the fence crying… another sheep on the other side was also crying. So sad. I hope the farmer checked on them today.

Lots of yummy blackberries again today.

Ken’s thoughts: Terry is finding me quite annoying tonight so she is letting me put some stuff in the blog to distract me.  So, my thoughts today ran the gamut from trepidation as we started to see how I’d feel walking to frustration as the pub we were hoping to have lunch in was closed. (Deja vu back to France) to massive triumph because I was the trail scout today and didn’t get us lost!  Lead the way bravely to the second pub over a very scary narrow congested bridge and it was thankfully open although we were the only customers at the time. Nice young guy gave us bus info which saved us another 7 kms through a busy city which is never fun. However just being in Oxford has made me smarter already so a good day indeed!

Stone tiles on the roof.
The Rose Revived. A 16th century Inn beside the stone bridge.  This “new” bridge was built in the 13th century, one of the oldest surviving bridges over the Thames.  Legend has it that Oliver Cromwell drank here during the English civil war. He put a drooping rose into a tankard of ale and the rose miraculously revived. 🥀🍺🌹
Summer campers. They wouldn’t accept hitchhikers either.
They allow cows to water in the River Thames. Don’t people get their drinking water from there? As bad as Alberta.
Our first cattle egrets. Wish they were closer.
You could make out old stone building foundations in the dry grass.
When you are walking…and walking…and walking…sometimes what keeps you going for the next 6 km is the thought of the next pub and a cold drink.
Closed on Tuesdays. Today was Tuesday. Grrrrrr.
Lovely nicotiana.
Walked through sheep fields for at least an hour.
Black sheep with white faces and white socks.
I sometimes have trouble understanding the English accents.
At some point, you give up trying not to step on the sheep shit. 🐑
Impatiently waiting?
Ken and I both opened the gates for this lady.
This is known as a “kissing” gate.
I think Peter is back there somewhere in this photo.
Sometimes the trail goes through some strange places, like this boat repair company’s yard.
I will admit to reading this private sign. Does this make me a bad person?
There are times when I could happily be that dog, just sitting while someone else does the work.
But I guess a bus will work!
Hard to see but these duck’s bills are green.
Soooo many bikes at the Oxford train station.
Catching a “London cab” to avoid over an hour of walking and navigating busy streets at rush hour to find our accommodation.

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