When I'm at Church Office I usually enjoy a stroll at some point for some fresh air and musing. My amble normally involves crossing a small stream that trickles right to left sedately on the other side of the tree, via a footbridge (the handrail of which you can just see above the water) and then straight across a lovely series of fields via the gate you can just see the top of. The route involves a straightish line to the Pylon you see in the distance before I stroll through the Retail Park and back through a now similarly flooded park.
Even with Oxford as is (temporarily twinned with Venice) some drivers remain sceptical about advice given. I was amused by the useful home-made addition to the warning sign.