Abingdon
My housemate Luqman and I made a trip on the Saturday of February 26 th . Having exchanged a few jokes about walking all the way to Birmingham, we eventually settled on a more modest, 33.69-kilometre roundtrip to and from Abingdon. The first hour or so was idyllic. We passed by blossoming cherry trees and the seemingly infinite stretch of university boathouses as we walked along the Thames in pursuit of the sun. As we left civilisation, however, we found ourselves evading and wading in mud on every corner. By the time we reached Abingdon, not only our shoes but the bottoms of our trousers were a thick brown.