An early walk took us back to the Co-op in Eynsham, but we wondered why there were so many people gathered and then we spotted in the distance a procession. At first we thought wedding and then May Day, which was exactly what it was. A pretty young May Queen headed the procession of a surprisingly large number of local school children, culminating in a very young group of would be Morris Dancers, the tradition of which originated in the Oxford area. It was great to see that some old traditions are not totally lost.
Shopping done, SKYY was unleashed into the still windy conditions and three ours later we reached Newbridge, rather a misnomer as this bridge was built in the 13th century, one of the oldest on the river and there is a pub on either side of the bridge, but we resisted their invitations.
Our journey on route, had not been without incident. Some people on the far bank were waving and pointing to the waters edge on our side of the river, and we could hear two lambs bleating pitifully, both had fallen into the river. WAGTAIL a boat we had been following for a while, had pulled into the bank and we followed, with some difficulty in the windy condition. By the time SKYY were secured, the gentleman from Wagtail had recovered one of the lambs, but the other was stuck under hawthorn bushes with the water half way up his body. With a rope tied around my waist I squirmed down the bank and managed to pull the other one to safety. He was far too wet to put into the pot, so we let him run off to find his mummy and demand food.