So often when I am out and about the countryside, I wish I had a direct link from my eyes to the internet, that I could share with my friends the glorious part of the country I am lucky enough to live in. Especially this last Sunday, when West Oxfordshire glowed with the melancholic gold of late autumn sunshine. As I trundled along, I was hit by one of those 'Eureka' moments, and shortened my camera strap so that it was nestled aroung my collar bone (actually, to be truthful, Andy shortened it for me, as I am rubbish at that kind of thing). The results were kind of 'Blair Witch meets the Cotswolds' - lots of crazy camera angles as I cycled along, trying to hold myself upright and not fall down potholes. There is much juddering and wobbling - a combination of my bosom and the not-very-well-maintained country roads. But here is a shortened version of our jaunt, dedicated to my dear friend Tara, who is on the other side of the world, but often in my thoughts on these occasions. And suitable music to accompany my meanderings, so do turn your speakers on if you like Mr Vivaldi.