Out of the
door bright and early for the easy drive south to Salisbury, arriving in plenty
of time for lunch at the café
attached to the museum, suitably for a
former educational facility, the curators had wisely not added an ‘s’ to ‘panini’,
and all was well with the world.
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| Three Lions On My West (window) |
A dozen
disciples, appropriately, assembled at the cathedral door as planned, and after
a briefing beside the world’s oldest working mechanical clock we started climbing. The spiral staircases and close-up stained glass
were familiar enough in even in a masterpiece of a cathedral like this one –
after all, we climb a lot of them! But
in the tower, we stood next to the heavy metal while it struck three o’clock,
the whole place reverberating for half a minute, including the smallest bells which
had been founded in Loughborough.
Then, from
the top of the tower (and, of course, the bottom of the spire), we surveyed the
city and plotted our next move... to the pub, naturally.
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