Good morning on the train to Salisbury. The lush English countryside is whizzing by at 95 miles an hour. The train’s packed with a cornucopia of different nationalities. So cool to hear their different dialects and see their colorful clothing. As we race through the countryside, I can’t help but ponder what wonders await us in Salisbury. We’ll be pulling into the station soon. And thus a new adventure begins. Big hug. 💘
The Front Entrance to Salisbury Cathedral. It boasts the tallest steeple in England and the 2nd tallest in Europe. If you look closely in this picture and the one of me standing in front of it, you can see two men mending the steeple. They look like ants! The nave in Salisbury Cathedral.Salisbury Cathedral Baptism Pool – a shimmering pool of “black” water. The gentle overflow filled the cathedral with soothing peace. The cathedral walls were covered with memorials like this one to fallen soldiers from the 1st and 2nd Wars. This one from Burma Campaign was bittersweet. My dear friend, Sam Polk, in front of the cathedral. You can clearly see the men repairing the steeple in this snap. Some of the cathedral’s magnificent stained glass and soaring stone arches.The Cathedral’s Organ, a work of art in carved wood. Salisbury Cathedral. Pictures of Queen Elizabeth II were in every cathedral we went in after she passed away. We were in Westminster Abbey when Charles was summoned to Balmoral Castle. Her Majesty was called Home not long after that. To the last, she did her duty to God and country. During the English Civil War, many cathedrals were vandalized. Graffiti was carved all over this poor man’s tomb. Moi walking along a picturesque Salisbury’s street on a misty morning. The Red Lion Hotel Courtyard in Salisbury. Lovely even in a drizzling rain.
The Chapter House Hotel where we stayed while in Salisbury. Of all the hotels we stayed in, this was one of my favorites. Inside was a cozy mix of carved oak paneling, creaking pine floors, and a maze of hallways and little nooks and crannies…so English! The food was beyond delicious. The hotel was originally an Inn. It was used for meetings of Royalists during the Civil War in connection with the flight of Charles II, and the possible rescue of Charles I.
Sam and me at our table in the dining room. The low window was right on the street, and provided a marvelous view of the locals walking by and cars rushing hither and yon. This was the house across the street from our window in the dining room. You can see the cathedral’s steeple in the background of this snap.