When I was a child, I walked with my head down.

I counted the cracks between pavements, jumped over puddles in the ground and invariably bumped into the legs of the people who didn’t see me coming. One day somebody said, ‘look up’.

So I did.

I looked up and my goodness, what things did I see. When you walk around Oxford, look up, look at the buildings, look at the typefaces in the shop names, look at the design of the doors, the window ledges, the chimney pots standing gracefully tall. And notice the colours and the beautiful warmth of the light when it illuminates this glorious city.