The weeks between Easter and Whitsun are a blur. Walking on Sundays became the norm…Clent, Malvern, House near Shrewsbury. Fish and chip supper + catherine Breilliat and Performance whilst t+j at the pictures.
Trip to Salisbury. We stayed at the White Hart Hotel which was a stones throw from the Cathedral and the town centre. Salisbury seemed a bit sad on first inspection. Bank Holiday Monday evening, 6pm. But we found the centre of town and after looking for places to eat found the Strada, an Italian restaurant with 70’s decor, the most delicious garlic bread and very tasty food. Broad beans, pesto, artichoke and pasta.
Hotel was fine, firm beds, white sheets. Breakfast too. Tuesday…wander round the shops eventually to the Cathedral just in time for Cl to ring Jo and say she was having a nervous breakdown. Cathedral was impressive but depressing. A sad museum but chilling when the posh lady said prayers over the tannoy and everyone joined in the Lord’s Prayer.
Still full but needing to eat we happened upon a mini Wagamama. More distress from Claire fixed with much texting and an abortive attempt to find an internet connection.
Hotel for a sit down then off on a tour to Stonehenge with a very knowledgable and enthusiastic guide. After a drive past Old Sarum via Sting’s house we visited Woodhenge then walked over to Durrington Walls. Then onward to Stonehenge. We walked away from the henge to look at the nearest barrows then to the cursus ant then up the avenue to be confronted with Stonehenge.
Then into the middle of the stones after most of the other visitors had gone. Lots of description and explanation as to current theories of the whys and wherefores. The sun setting and nearly frozen ( May but only 13 Deg. with a vicious wind) it had felt like a pilgramage. Back home the next day. Time and space compressed…away for years.
