Fortunately, I have pictures from last weekend's Marlow Circular walk, which Jim and I went on and fond memories of the delicious Korean food that Jim/Kim cooked for us on Sunday(but forgot to take pictures).
We started our trek to Marlow at Paddington Station, where we were met by these guys:
We weren't sure what they were. We thought possibly scuba divers, but most scuba divers aren't kitted out (as they say here) in their wet suits with large quantities of beer in the middle of a train station. So, upon further investigation we discovered that they were New Zealand Rugby fans, kitted out for the big match against France (which they lost, much to AUrelie's glee). The funniest part about their get ups (besides that they were wearing them in the first place) was that they had a zipper sewn into the fly. Can you imagine having to take that whole thing off every time you had to use the bathroom?
Marlow is a beautiful little town near Oxford that sits on the Thames. We started the walk in a park with a huge tree.
There were also many hungry swans (maybe not hungry, actually. PIggish swans.)
A lot of the walk was along the Thames
Jim waves from a tall footbridge:
Fall is upon us here. Today it was in the 50's.
Boats on the river:
Jim at the pub:
Inside the pub, the decorations were amusing. There were many stuffed fish and many mounted heads of various animals (Otter, mink, foxes, badgers, and a menacing looking dear); they were all snarling viciously:
Jim poses outside the pub, "The FLowerpot Hotel" (as evidenced by the giant flower pot dangling above the front door).
The pub also had chickens, guinea fowl, and PIGS!!!
The pigs were very friendly and cute. Unfortunately there was a bratty three year old boy who thought it was funny to kick the pigs in the snout whenever they came up and stuck their noses through the fence. His parents gently reprimanded him, but he continued, squealing with laughter every time the pig squealed in pain. Future sociopath. We were glad when he and his parents moved on. The pigs liked the attention and one loved the scratch he was getting from Jim. He was just like Buster--scratching his back on the nearest object.
After lunch I had an unfortunate run in with nettles. Word of advice: when you are in the country and need to run into the bushes, look before you sit.
English Countryside:
And some woods:
Marlow is a cool and, we found on a Saturday evening, HOPPING town. We'll be back!
PS a more interesting blog will come SOON. Our trip to Greece is imminent!
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