Don't ask me what a cock horse is...

Every since we heard that Roy's sister and her partner were going to buy a house in a town called Bodicote - just outside Banbury - Roy's Mum had been singing a song that goes something like this:

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.

So we had to check out this town to find Banbury Cross. We also went there because it was the nearest place to Chipping Norton that had a Tesco shop and the Tesco there was massive.

We did a few laps around the roundabout which was apparently Banbury Cross and saw a statue of what we assumed to be the rider on the cock horse.

Excuse the shotty pictures as they were taken whilst in the car going around and around the roundabout.

After our fair share of dizziness from the roundabout, we then drove on to Tesco where we did a bit of shopping. Upon hopping out of the car, we got a super strong whiff of coffee apparently from Kraft Foods, the world's largest coffee-processing facility. It smelt rather nice at first... but after a short time grew to an overpowering, somewhat unpleasant smell which at times reminded us of weet-bix...and then shortly afterwards made us want to chuck up just a little bit. After scouring Tesco for various goods, we left Banbury and headed to Bodicote to check out where Clare and Sadie might have lived if the nasty guy hadn't backed out from buying their cute little flat. Bodicote was quite a nice place but after having spent a week in Witney - where their flat is - I can't help but feel happy that they are staying in Witney.