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Well, I didn't make it to Oxford at the weekend, partly because I was later leaving the house than I'd intended but mainly because as well as all the motorway repairs with speed restrictions someone - or more probably, several someones - had so severe an accident that the whole of the M1 was closed for several hours between two junctions. I found I had a couple of hours to spare but not more, so I stopped briefly in Stratford-on-Avon for a cup of Smoky Caravan tea (which tasted to me like the tea I used to know as Russian Caravan, presumably renamed because people kept being disconcerted by the extreme smokiness), a slice of not half bad dark chococolate cake, and a rather bracing wander round by the river.

*It seems to be Dig Up All The Roads I Use season, although thankfully most of the local ones are happening at times when I'd normally be off the road anyway