Believe it or not, I’ve never seen A Walk to Remember.
I had my own walk this morning. The Philosopher had traded in his brains for brawn and was at church early setting up chairs and… actually, that might be it, just the chairs. I was left facing a frigid bike seat on my already cold bum, or a 40 minute walk in a partly cloudy Oxford day. My bum got its way.
There are some interesting buildings in Oxford – to state the obvious – but some of them tend towards the weird rather than wonderful. A particularly odd few seem to congregate around the Folly Bridge, which links our main road into town with the city center, crossing the Thames.
I’m not sure when these buildings were constructed, but it seems to me that tall and skinny has been in vogue for a quite a while now, buildings apparently being no exception. And, to my knowledge, these are all flats – I wonder, is it basically one room per story?