Travelled: 178 kilometres from Bosham (Church Farm) to Oxford.
Stayed: The Old Red Lion, Oxford Road, Marston (Oxford). N51.77233, W01.23752. (A PubStop) free.
We arrive at Heathrow 10 minutes before our scheduled time. While Singapore Airlines operated with it’s usual efficiency, 22 hours is a long flight. We are lucky to pull an empty seat, so we can spread out on the first leg to Singapore. But with the child across the ailse screaming for 6 of the 8.5 hour to Singapore had everyone on the boil. The secong leg was much better, especially for Pam who broke a personal record and got several hours kip.
So we are through border control within the hour and on our way to Church Farm near Bosham to be re-united with our home on wheels affectionatley known as ‘The Hymer’. Pam does the unpacking whilst I close all the valves, fill the water tank, and start testing all the Hymer’s habitation system. We cannot get the fridge to start, so some worried looks are exchanged as we contemplate warm beer. Someone has closed the LPG isolation valve leading to the fridge, so with the flick of a valve cold beer is back on the menu.
Our English cousins Terry and Lelia arrive shortly after with several packages I have ordered over the past 8 months. Its a little like Christmas, as I cannot remember half of the stuff, but thats OK. Pam knows I would never order anything that wasnt really necessary. Shortly after we are sitting in the Berkeley Arms catching up on family gossip and the like. Pam and Lelia prattle on about the grandchildren whist Terry and I discuss the merits of the new Golf V Tiguan.
After lunch we find the fridge is cold and we say our goodbyes to Terry and Lelia and depart Church Farm and head north…
We have a great run North until we hit Oxford and the evening traffic, it takes almost an hour to drive the last few miles. Oxford is the home of the Mini, a little trivia for you. Very interesting sitting in the traffic where 1 in every 3 cars is a Mini. I dont mind saying it was a struggle given the long flight, lunch and general jet lag. Luckily there was no chance of me falling asleep with the dulcid tones of Pam snooring away next to me.
Anyway The Old Red Lion proves to be a great spot, there is a large grassed area at the rear and we settle in next to a motorhome from The Netherlands. The Publican welcomes us and states there is no charge for staying over if we use the pub. So we have a beer and glass of wine (£8), watch Wimbledon for a while using the free wifi before calling it a night.