Monday 21 May 2012

Oxford

 Well now, we have made it to Oxford eventually ,and just as we were about to cruise a little further, discovered the next lock was still on a red board! So we were forced to moor just opposite this lovely pub!

Eh bien, nous sommes arrives a Oxford, finalement! Mais, nous ne pouvons pas continuer car la derniere ecluse etait toujours rouge. Impossible de bouger. On etait obliger d'amarre la peniche en face de ce tres jolie "pub"!Dommage....
 A short walk took us into the centre of Oxford. This is Old Tom's Tower which stands at the entrance of Christchurch College. It is Oxford's oldest and loudest bell and at 9.05pm every evening, it rings 101 times.It has done this forever, well , at least since they had their first 101 students and a 9pm. curfew.

Pas loin on a trouver la centre ville. Ici c'est La Vieille Tour de Tom, qui se trouve a l'entree de Christchurch College. C'est la plus vieille et la plus forte cloche a Oxford et tous les soirs elle sonne a 21.05h ,101 fois. Elle a fait ca pour toujours, au moins depuis il y avait les premiers etudients (101) et un couvre-feu a partir de 21h..
Next stop, the Castle, this part of which was a prison from Norman times, 1066 and all that, up to 1996. It's a great place to visit and get good views of Oxford from the top of St. George's Tower. You do  have to climb a lot of steps up a spiral staircase, but it's worth it!
Le prochaine arret, le Chateau, dont cette partie etait un prison depuis les Normands, 1066 etc. jusqu'au 1996. Il vaut mieux de faire une visite,si vous montez l'escalier en colimacon il y a un vue magnifique d'Oxford.
Voila, J'ai dit que c'est un prison. John , where he belongs!

And now for his punishment! The Crank, which could be adjusted so that it was harder to turn for more serious misdemeanors!

Et maintenant, sa punition! The Crank, on tourne, facilement  mais si les delits etaitent graves, il tourne avec  plus de difficulte!
The two criminals, The Pughs!

View of Oxford from the top.

2 comments:

  1. Your quest reminds me of the journey my great-great-grandfather made in his peat barge. Fokko got stuck in front of a pub because of a broken lock. After spending his money, he started selling his load of peat to foot the bill in the pub. Fokko had the best winter of his life but had to pawn his barge to the innkeeper in spring. He had to stay forever in that backwater and was the first of a long line of merry tipplers.

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  2. pups and prison .you 2 carnt be left alone.!!!!

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