On the York Train, Sept 13th, 2003 Not long after this (writing the last entry), we arrived at Oxford station and grabbed a cab to our “private hotel,” the Falcon. This was basic accomodation for “only” L70 including breakfast — it was 2 converted townhouses, very mazelike, with a number of inconveniently placed firedoors. The room was largish with a four poster. Once again the shower was a cramped afterthought and the toilet was a gusher. Then after dumping stuff we started to wander around Oxford, (such as stopping for a beer at The Head of the River) but stopped…