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... Ancient Britons who defended this place when it was a pristine stretch of coastline against the Romans.
These little craft are well maintained and attractive and I can see why. If the roads/Eurotunnel were destroyed due to some horrific disaster, they'd be the only escape route to Europe.
A kind of weird Dunkirk-style operation on reverse. Fleeing rather then fetching.
We hope to make our escape tomorrow morning, touch wood - Eurotunnel to Calais.
... or bishop lying on top. Building has a gothic facade, a 25m high ceiling a 164m long nave, one of the longest in Europe, and a jumble of features from several eras with big pillars and intricate roof. Some beautiful carvings on the high altar, choir stalls and bishop's chair. Our dear friend Oliver Cromwell came and ransacked the place in the 1640's during the Civil War and destroyed some of the windows and carvings. He sounds such a nice fellow! The big ...
... in the countryside and smells of blossom and bluebells. Our friends, Chris and Doug were on site already and greeted us with a very welcome cuppa. We then walked down into Tenby and quenched our thirst in one of the many hostelries. Booked tomorrow's lunch in The Buccaneer pub and then steeled ourselves for the walk back up the hill to ...
... I was not going to spend the afternoon searching for the right one. Karen was just heading out on a search and rescue mission when I staggered into the pub. "Don't ask!" I grumbled and ordered a nice cold pear cider. I immediately felt much better. Sustained by food and drink, we headed off for Canterbury Cathedral. Wow! Westminster is overwhelming; St. Paul's is distinguished and glittery; Canterbury is the grand matriarch. As I walked through the gate in the path of the ...
... to our family.
On 13th November I returned to Birmingham briefly for the funeral of my lovely friend and colleague Janet Brisland. While funerals are never nice occasions, this was a very fitting send off to a wonderful woman, and it was good to touch base with friends and colleagues, even though it was in such terrible circumstances.