It is possible to do a couple of pubs in the Wolvercote area, and Dave Wacey and I managed this one Thursday and to boot, did so whist flooding flotsam and jetsam was all over the place. I think that I was late again as I sped to the Plough in Wolvercote. Dave had been delayed even more because he'd gone the wrong way. Anyway, I got a couple of halves of St Austell beer from the miserable old sod behind the bar. The Plough is a very pleasant place to while away a few hours on a Summer's evening and a number of other people were doing likewise. Probably gets packed on a Summer Sunday lunchtime though.

Cycling all the way through Wolvercote, we arrived at the Trout. The water was still extremely high here and may have crept into the pub earlier in the week. They have redone this place again and it is a bit poncey. However they do have a reasonable bit of ale, something like a Timothy Taylor Landlord and it wasn't hideously priced. We sat outside by the river to enjoy ours. An amusing highlight was a woman who managed to drop a load of beverages because she was trying to carry too many.

The novelty of this wore off and we cycled past some still wet and stinking fields to the White Hart at Wytham. Although it's pretty foody, it does still have something to offer the drinker in the shape of a few decent real ales. They also have free apples at the bar. We elected to sit in the courtyard outside which is a fine place to be and enjoy the evening sun. Conveniently a back window of the bar to the courtyard has been converted into a hatch and it is possible to order beer through here.

Back past the Trout and into Wolvercote then and the next pub is the none-too-highly rated Red Lion which dispenses Banks's wares. Although pleasant enough inside it still has the feel of an estate pub that families might go for Sunday lunch. They did however have one beer on in the shape of Jennings I think so not all was bad.

Nearing the end and the White Hart next door. This has improved manifold in recent years and is now a smart pub that keeps its roots in retaining traditional pub charm. There are a couple of cosy seats and up to four decent beers at the bar. We decided to sit at the bar but it is equally easy to sit at one of the nice tables in the front room.

Being Summer, it hadn't yet got dark and so we were able to make our way along the towpath to the Turnpike at Yarnton which actually isn't quite as horrid as you'd think on first inspection. Although there is a lot of food to be had, they have a couple of real ales on and an area devoted to consumption of non-foody materials. This area contains a couple of very nice arm chairs which proved handy for us to regenerate ourselves before an unlit cycle along a twist road to Kidlington and some TV show to wind down (which we got to late).