With the grey old sea running up the beach it was, of course, necessary to make a castle in order for the sea to knock it down.
We maintained our proud tradition.
Well this was all terribly British. (Click a thumbnail for the gallery)
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)
Coming for a walk? (Click a thumbnail for the gallery)
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.
Not entirely sorry to say goodbye to my room this morning.
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.
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:
and another example. Look carefully and the numbers will pop out.
Oh – and choirs and fudge.
Sitting between Salisbury cathedral choir on one side and a powerfully-singing companion on the other was a novel experience. I squawked away happily under cover, as it were, only to have companion tell me later that he could hear every croak. Sigh.
Then legging it round the city so other companion could get her bearings. And tea. And a couple of happy hours in the Sarum College library. We had it to ourselves, spreading strange items out on tables, crawling about on the floor in the darker corners, reading out good bits to one another, and finding bizarre treasures in the bargain sale box.
My suitcase is going to be heavy tomorrow.
Photo update: from the Chapter House. I am usually so wowed by the ceiling I forget to take notice of the Genesis story.
… that I found myself cheerfully snitching mugs from an as-yet unoccupied room as we hadn’t been allocated enough. Last in would be mugless!
In damp March weather the river was full and fast and the cathedral pleasingly and literally green. The day’s miscellany was interesting and the grub has been good, but now I am only too glad to curl up in a mangy armchair with the latest book. Wishing the walls were thicker though. It is not halls, whatever the appearance, and one can’t very well bellow SHUT UP through the partition at a total stranger.
Photos when I get home… I hate posting off my phone.
for a brief wander. (Click a thumbnail for the gallery)