A delightful Saturday afternoon induced all the beautiful people of Oxford to do whatever it is that beautiful people do on a delightful Saturday afternoon. Some were content with drinking while sunning themselves on the riverbank. Some were content with drinking while sunning themselves on pub terraces overlooking the river. A few were sunning themselves in racing sculls, their hands too full of oars to hold a drink. Then there were about a dozen or so who, for reasons known only to themselves, spent their afternoon plodding along on a 7-mile footpath between Oxford and Eynsham, trying to figure out why their chosen activity was better than sunning themselves on a pub terrace.
2014 Ken Klug