Today was a day for seeing family that I haven’t seen in ages, or indeed in come cases, not at all. With the exception of Olivia, I’ve not met any of my first cousins-once-removed, and only she when she was a baby, so it was nice to finally meet. They’re all over in the UK for a few weeks seeing sights ahead of the big birthday bash of my Uncle Gerry. As Oxford is on most people’s shopping lists of places to visit and we’re on hand as native guides, Emma and I had a day being tourists in our own town.
We went on an open top bus tour (before and after, but critically not during, the most torrential downpour), visitied the Oxford Castle Unlocked tour, had lunch in The Eagle and Child (once drinking den and meeting place of Tolkien, C.S. Lewis and the rest of the Inklings) and showed them Blackwell’s Bookshop and the world famous Norrington Room (which boasts three miles (5 km) of shelving and with 10,000 square feet (930 m2) merited an entry in the Guinness Book of Records as the largest single room selling books).