Heron, I saw you fly overhead,To describe better I might say 'glide'.I'd overslept, got out late from my bed,O'er rush hour traffic, your wings spread wide. That long beak is a good identifying clue,Then I saw those long legs dangle!Seeing them, made me smile upwards to you,From my static, earthbound angle.
My dearly devoted Readers, how often I am asked: "What news of Oxford, friend! Tell us, won't you just?" Alright, alright, okay, I press pause on my own humble ramblings and offer-up an answer to this very query. Here, I present a shooting star amongst Oxford's Glitterati, a journalist I strongly identify with, delivering the qualities of… Continue reading car ban or carbon?