backblip #11

Due to the unreliability of the local buses on Sunday mornings, and engineering works, and a replacement bus for part of my journey, I had to leave my house at 7.30 to start work at 10.30.

It was still pretty dark when I left. I didn't see Woman Who Buys Paper, or Man With Tiny Dog, or the peloton of cyclists who meet at the crossroads and always say good morning. And there wasn't a single person eating breakfast in the Old Bank yet.

This was the high street when I walked along it. Oxford's just never like this.