Where the Magna Carta is housed - no photography allowed.
Salisbury Cathedral cloisters.
Oldest working medieval clock in the world.
Me, next to one of the many sarcophaguses in the cathedral.
The magnificent Salisbury Cathedral. Tallest spire in the UK.
By now the chill was settling in and the warmth of Singapore was forgotten as the 13 degree air seeped through our thin clothing. But all was forgotten when we saw the monoliths. It was a breath taking sight and it was hard to comprehend the age of the place...a mere 5000 years old. A brilliant audio guide, clutched to our ears as headphones were not provided, made the experience so much better.
Peter, feeling the cold!
Believe it or not, there were hundred of people there.
A spectacular site.
The day ended near Bath where we found our accommodation - an old establishment overlooking rolling green hills, not unlike the Yarra Valley. Too tired to seek out food anywhere else, we ate at the hotel, enjoying roast pork with mountains of veges! To top it all off, a charming young French waiter, the doppelgänger of son-in-law Daniel, made the night very special with his lovely manner and chatty nature.
Now for sleep!
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