08.05.2015 - 08.05.2015
We left Winchester to the joys of lanes less than two cars across, children being dropped off to school by mothers in Range Rovers so cars going in both directions and the worry that Winchester was bin pick up day! We squeezed onto the M3 between two juganauts. It was the quickest trip to Salisbury, bypassing all the scenery we were hoping to see. BUT Salisbury is probably the nicest cathedral city in the south. The spire can be seen from kilometers / miles away and dominates the skyline. If you look out from the Old Salom the city is easy to pick. A walk down the Elizabeth gardens along the meandering river Avon, with the sheep on the marshland is like seeing a live Gainsborough or Constable painting. It's not often the smell of sheep manure is so relevant to a scene. The Cathedral Close buildings are quite unique and elegant and one includes the Wiltshire and Berkshire regimental museum, so it is possible to have a soldier in your Wardrobe. Little churches, medieval streets and the VE 70th birthday topped off a day in the city.
We then went to Old Salom and photographed the surrounding countryside, the Avon valley, fields of rapeseed and the odd parachutist descending whilst a light plane attempted to land at the local airstrip. You can tell the men of Wessex like their dogs. Almost all were types of gundogs; jack russells, spaniels, retrievers and labradors. Both dog and owners alike soaked up the green fields, open air and each others company.
We did eat lunch at The Slug and Lettuce where we really were slugged for the lettuce and the Shipyard American Pale Ale smelt like perfumed soap..as it tasted. Denise has yet to sample one of Rob's pints that is to her liking. Rob has made it a mission to find something she can suffer in the form of ale before we reach Scotland to avoid his embarrassment at asking for Bubbles in a Scottish pub!
Then it was off to Stonehenge.....merging traffic nightmares enabled much more appreciation of Stonehenge from afar, which was the whole point of Stonehenge, an isolated building in a large plain. Rob did notice we were being watched as we passed Porton Down. They may look like simple radar stations but they are actually mind control scanners.
Back in Winchester we are doing the washing on a Friday...not a Saturday as usual and there will be no ironing at 11 on Sunday. If the world stops revolving you will know we are to blame for altering our weekly routine.
Off to Jenny's tomorrow. We will pass Uffington White Horse on the journey.