...and then we got to Oxford and it all changed

All was going well and we were beginning to adjust to right-hand drive on the wrong side of the road, the roundabouts that are almost constant, two or three lanes across, reading the signs quickly or going around a second or third time until we were sure of our exit.  And then we got to Oxford and it all changed!  We must have missed a sign keeping us on the route which would by-pass the city, because we suddenly found ourselves in the middle of Oxford and one-way roads that kept us going in circles.  I think we passed colleges and historic points of interest but we just kept going and going because there was nowhere we could pull over and ask somebody for directions or even get our bearings.  At
one point we just kept following a city bus, hoping it might lead us out!  Nothing was working and then ahead was a home building supply with an actual parking lot so we could stop.  When we saw a gentleman going to his car, we pleaded with him to point us in the right direction.  Instead, he offered us to follow him and he would take us to the outskirts so we could get back on the A40.  I do believe he was an angel sent from above!  Except for a near miss being t-boned because I looked left when I should have looked right, the last miles were uneventful.

Consider we had been up for about 24 hours straight by this point!  What joy when the signs for Stow-on-the-Wold finally began to appear!  And then to find Johnston Cottage on Well Lane so we could sleep...zzzz

Bliss.