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Setting up

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There’s a gracious backdrop to the confusion of cars, vans, marquees, gazebos, trestles and tables, residue from about a hundred geese, and other impedimenta.   Crucially, we found the tap.

We were slightly concerned by the number of people attaching storm straps or extra guys to their canvas.  We don’t have any for ours.  The forecast is fair overnight, but I find my ear is cocked for a change in the wind.

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Mysterious bundles

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With a bit of luck, and sunshine, it will be mayhem tomorrow.

Thoughts and shades

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I carefully consulted the forecast to travel on the coolest day this week, and then the Met Office sneakily turned it into a hot one instead.

I came home with eight; a limit imposed not by the librarian, but by my powers of traction.

Very manorial

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Well this was all terribly British.  (Click a thumbnail for the gallery)

Anyone like ships?

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If so, here’s a little tour.

I don’t often visit this stretch of water.  Today it contained a particular treat.   (Click a thumbnail for the gallery)

You don’t always need sunshine

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Coming for a walk?   (Click a thumbnail for the gallery)

 

The significant custard journey

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I passed Winchester’s ancient gate (bit of a lump)

to make significant custard

and play cribbage.  Don’t think I’ve seen two players have identical hands in the same round before (though one of these got one-for-his-knob).

These simple pleasures were made possible by the NHS staff, who, with their usual aplomb, briskly excised the very nasty appendix of a nearestanddearest.  Bless them.  It’s hard to regret The Old Days, knowing that there was no NHS in them.

It’s all relative

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Not entirely sorry to say goodbye to my room this morning.

Plain living and high thinking

Perhaps I should warn any casual readers that Sarum College is emphatically not an hotel. The double rooms are modest, the singles are spartan, and the ‘standard’ rooms are tatty … don’t think I’ve ever seen a carpet as bad as this in public accommodation.  These rooms are awaiting renovation, and goodness they need it. But for those on a strict budget, the tatty rooms have to be the cheapest way of getting clean sheets, warmth, hot water and a large breakfast in the centre of Salisbury (and the better rooms are relatively inexpensive too).

The College itself is a very human institution, and you wake up and walk out past the massive chunk of oak which is the front door straight into that amazing Close.

Uniquely privileged

The houses of course are gracious and you wonder how anyone can afford to maintain and live in them (maybe they too have tatty rooms that the owners can’t afford to update).  But I suppose that my own undistinguished brick box would look palatial to many in this world.

For wall fanciers, here is one of the reasons I forgive the place for being so up itself – a little piece of random wall from the Close:

A stone

and another example.  Look carefully and the numbers will pop out.

A long, long, long time ago