Monday 14 September 2015

Monday Madness

There are 350 odd very steep steps to the top tower of the Salisbury Cathedral with a stunning vista to behold at the top.  We had booked and paid for our journey online but according to the reception manager, how we had managed it was truly a miracle because there were no tours of any description allowed all week.  The Magna Flora preparations were in full swing.  It's the 8ooth year celebrations of the Magna Carta here in Salisbury and so the mostly older (read, really old) general public are losing their minds with all sorts of revelry and shenanigans.  Decorating the Cathedral with flower installations is going off like a frog in a sock.


When pushed to allow our Tower Tour, given that it was such a miracle in such a Holy House, the reception lady wouldn't have any of it.  Clearly her agapanthas and daisies were of higher import than our our intended wheezing up 350 stairs.  She did offer us a short complimentary tour of the West Window which we jumped on - hey beggars can't be choosers.



This is 12th Century graffiti.  At one point the Cathedral housed prisoners.  They were so hard core they scratched pictures of cats into stone.

Kaden Buongey in the Chapter Room.  Not interested in the Magna Carta - more interested in bashing his hands on the intricately hand stitched cushions because in the ancient historic round building it made a sound like a Thunderstorm.  This went on for a good 3-5 minutes before a guide had to ask him to cease.  I was soaking up the culture elsewhere, just in case you're wondering. 

This is the second worst photo on the planet - I'm not sure why Goughy is crouching down, he's not likely to bump his head on anything.  The lady who took it (very obligingly), fancied herself as a bit of a portrait photographer and didn't like this shot so she had us move and was much happier with the one below.........seriously.



With time to kill due to the whirlwind nature of our West Window Tour we headed to the Museum - for a bit of homeschooling.  

Yes, that's D on the floor.


I have no more words on that matter.

I eventually got my wheeze wish.  Tika and Tango (Paul and Kerry's very cute mutley's) need walking twice a day so we just popped up the road to this  - Salisbury Everest.  A huge wind storm came through to allow Kaden to do his 'front of the Titanic' impersonation.  I've decided we will always holiday where there are hills.  It's very cheap to entertain children.






We finished the day in a town called Hurdcott, on Black Horse Lane in a pub called The Black Horse Inn.  Paul had wild boar pie.  I had food and Shiraz.
Kaden Buongey fell asleep on Goughy.  He hasn't done that since he was about......actually, last week he did that, but before that he hadn't done it in a while.  

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