29 July 2015
We’d taken the shortest, straightest route from the Cathedral to Old Sarum but, when I’d been planning the trip, I’d seen what I thought was another, far more scenic route. Whether it was actually possible to walk it was another matter so I thought I’d save it for the return journey. If we got completely lost we’d just keep walking south and hope we’d find Salisbury eventually… Probably. Continue reading Homeward bound, trails, haunted bridges, shopping trolleys and mills
29 July 2015
Eight hundred years ago the tyrant King John was forced to sign Magna Carta at Runnymead. Parchment copies were sent out to the English county courts and, today, four of those copies survive. One is currently on display at Salisbury Cathedral and it was Commando’s idea for me to take CJ to have a look at it. Many years ago I regularly frequented a pub called The George in Salisbury and the spire of the cathedral has often felt like the first sight of home at the end of long journeys. Even so, I’d never visited the cathedral and I couldn’t remember the last time I visited Salisbury. All in all it seemed like a good plan for the last day of my holiday so, early on Wednesday morning, we got on a train bound for Wiltshire. Continue reading A different shire, a tall spire and Magna Carta