Yuletide ramblings

There was a very good reason I chose to set this story in Oxford, quite apart from the convenient fact that I live there. The day before I started writing, whilst I was still turning plot ideas over in my mind, I walked into the centre of Oxford through the University Parks. The week before Christmas the whole of the south of England was shrouded in freezing fog. As I walked along the riverbank all the colour vanished from the world, leaving over the mist swirling off the water and the rare glow of rosehips. The sounds of the city disappeared. I half expected a barge to come out of the mist, carrying mourners downriver to the Thames.

I climbed up onto the rainbow bridge, which marks the boundary between the cultivated Parks and the river meadows beyond, and realised I had solved the problem of where to set my story.

( Pictures to prove it )