Swords out at Sarum


The cathedral was full of candles as darkness fell, and the nobility of France and England lied, swore, manoeuvred, ranted, threatened and chased one another up and down with swords. Death came by violence, misadventure, and treachery, and perhaps by mere excess of spleen.

It was the Globe’s travelling production of King John, part of Salisbury’s arts festival. We managed to arrive early and had seats right at the nexus of the action, so that it was difficult not to duck as the swords clashed and swished overhead. The music was intriguing and all the roles were singing parts. Amazing evening.

(I hope to add a photo or two, probably almost completely black, when I get home later this week.)

3rd June:  a daylight visit to the cathedral, to the excellent Salisbury museum, and night in the cathedral.




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