We thought it would be nice to see Tolkien's grave, so we traveled clear out of Oxford (by accident - when we got lost), and back in again, to find the cemetary with Tolkien's grave. After picking wildflowers while lost, and after the man from the gas station walked us down the block after asking him for direcitons a second time, we found our place. Closed. So Karla and Bre agree that we have come too far to give up. Solution being that we break in. Fortunately, there was a hole in the first gate, making it easier to climb through and over the spikey gate. Karla cut her palm, and Bryana got herself stuck, but I made it through without a scratch. I didn't even have to put forth an effort. The advantages of being a hobbit.
Trying to follow the perimeter of the grounds far enough away from the edge so that people on the street would not see us, and trying to aviod a man walking around the cemetary, we made it to the front gate. It was open. We followed the grave markers to Tolkien's grave - a few yards from where we had come through the fence. But we made it, flowers and all, to the grave.