After venturing in to Oxford a couple times during the past week, today we finally did a proper visit to the town.

We met up with my half brother, who gave us a thorough and innuendo-studded (pun intended) tour of Oxford, including the pub where Henry VIII used to play flat tennis (not sure what that is, but it was a lovely pub, with great food), a view from the tower of the church where my brother works, and of course Blackwell’s bookstore.

We ended up having dinner at our family house just near the river, where my half-brother and his family live. It’s a long, tall house, skinny and many-storied, and again, I have fond memories of a six-month stint we spent there when I was a kid. My best memory from that time is of waking up on my birthday to see snow falling outside the window — not something that had ever happened before, or since.

I felt silly taking pictures of Oxford, since we have more or less all the standard shots from our visit two years ago, but here’s a few — mostly around the family house. I have a love of red doors, so there are quite a few shots of those. Enjoy.

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