It's good to be out of quarantine at last. The Tyrannical Twinnage and I have been bimbling around south Oxfordshire's various towns running errands today. One of those errands involved yarn, so I can't complain. More on that, later.Β We took the winding back roads through thatched, rose*-covered villages, and over ancient stone hump-backed bridges that bounced the twinnage in their carseats and made them giggle. Those bridges criss-crossed the Thames, the river narrow and enthusiastic in its Continue Reading