His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit in a very Jane Austenesque-scene. (The Manor behind them in the far distance is Blenheim Palace.)
I was on my way to the library today and found myself suffering from a fit of claustrophobia. There were hordes of tourists, stressed undergrads revising for their exams, and film crews.
HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit convinced me to join them at their country estate in Woodstock, away from the peasants.
Woodstock is a village 8 miles from Oxbarrio and dates back to the 10th century or something. Famous peeps include Anglo-Saxon King Ethelred II "The Unready" who held his Witan here and Elizabeth "The Virgin Queen" who was imprisoned in an old gatehouse. Between the "Unready" or the "Virgin", I prefer my nickname to be neither.
There is not much to do in Woodstock but to eat, eat, sunbathe, swim naked in the lake, shag in the royal forests, watch sheep, eat, make out in the royal forests, drink, eat, sunbathe, drink. It's plainly decadent and debauched. Very Brideshead Revisited...
HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit pay a courtesy visit to the Lord Mayor.
HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit are my tourist guides.
Afternoon tea at the manor grounds. Separated from the unperfumed hoi polloi by a tall hedge.
We visited the graveyard. No wonder those flowers are blooming! They're getting lots of organic fertilizer.
HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit enjoy the cool breeze by the lake.
HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit invite you to join them here in the summer. This is The Nashman's favourite spot.
The Nashman decides to take a late afternoon siesta. I daydream that some naive impressionable girl will come and ask me to loosen her corset.
...ah, 'tis the good life.
Sear one side till brown and turn over...