Balliol Dragons

One of the best things about my life at the moment is working in central Oxford. Although I’ve lived a few miles away for nearly the last decade, I really haven’t spent that much time in the city. It’s lovely to have the chance to reacquaint myself with the place.

On Tuesday morning, my eye was drawn to this little chap – curled in the top right hand corner of Balliol’s main door arch.
I then noticed his pal on the other side, who has a quite magnificent set of chompers.

Florence – Final Things

I bagged my final door knocker.

Found a splendid dragon.

Iona decided that she must try limocello before we left – the hat is Fr. Rattue’s new summer evening hat (pic by A.)

She didn’t like it one little bit.

So we said goodbye to the tiny little buses.

The funny, little municipal vehicles.

And we headed home…