Ellie and Sarah's Road Trips: There should have been a white horse...there wasn't!

This morning we embarked on our final road tripping adventure before the summer - this time to the village of UFFINGTON! Although the skies were grey and the world was a little damp, we knew this was never going to stop us - mainly 'coz we were in a car and we weren't gonna get wet!

So we left Oxford, with Chocolate Eclairs to hand - that's right, we know the importance of having good sweets to hand when you are in search of a village - if you end up in a ditch somewhere (which was a real possibility :P) it is important to be well sugared up! Having been to the area around Uffington before as we had previously been very lost there as we searched for Ginge once upon a time, we knew, more or less how to get there, and soon we saw signs to Uffington.

Uffington itself was a fairly pleasant village, not remarkable in itself, it had the standard villagey items (as remembered from GCSE geography...so maybe not 100% accurate) such as a church, and a school, and a pub, and not much else, however, rumour has it, on the hills around Uffington is a White horse cut into the hillside, this massive 374feet long (according to wikipedia) figure is fairly famous, and some would say obvious to see, but could we find it? Not even a smidgen of the white chalk used to create it, not even a stray neigh carried on the wind...all we could find were 2 signs pointing in opposite directions - whose bright idea was that! So we blindly followed one of these signs, and found a hill, which we felt would have been the perfect location for this horse, if only they had thought to ask us where to put it (ignore the fact that it was constructed in the prehistoric ages). As we wound our way up the smallest of country lanes, avoiding hitting any grazing sheep and feeling as though we were on the mountains of Nepal...and not in Uffington, we found some people doing, what only environment lovers would think to do on a rainy day, inserting new posts, i assume where some poor, unsuspecting driver had come off the hill path, crushing the posts in the process and hurtled into the valley below, either that or the old ones had rotted away - seems more plausible somehow. As the roads got narrower, we both decided, lets not push our luck (learning from experience), and turned around, receiving some odd looks from the post planters, as if to say, 'you think you can just come up here, and disturb our roads and our environmental auras.' So we went back down off the mountain, and journeyed around the bottom of the hill - not a horse to be found! I think people have been lying to us :P

So we journeyed out of Uffington, and into Ashbury, now we had definitely been here before, and knew that if we journeyed any further in the wrong direction we would no longer be in Oxfordshire, and although this has been a recurring theme in our road tripping adventures, it was not always intentional, and more hassle then its worth, so we journeyed back along to Oxford, via Abingdon, as Sarah's love for this town was so intense, and she felt the need to share it with Ellie, and what a privilege it was...

And so that was it, we had returned to Oxford, after our final road trip of the summer...but not our final road trip altogether...we will be back in September, to explore the exciting world of places such as Ducklington and Goosey, as we have only made a small dent in the ever exciting world of Oxfordshire villages!

Check out our journey in picture form:

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