Winchester

we wound our wet way to the city walls

and into the great hall that held these iron doors and panelled political genealogy

The round table hung high on the wall.  Lanelot's seat is two the right of Arthur.

We strolled the high street where old meets new

Wandered into Winchester Cathedral where we met Tom

Admired the tiling

And the saint statue in the crypt which had flooded over 16 inches so the saint stood in a pool

Good ol' Jane buried here

And with a door of dreams [don't you love that color?]

The city walls on the way to Wyckham Restaurant

where even little girls giggle like little boys when discovering from whence the name comes

Tom was a stellar tour guide and told us ever so much about the city and the Cathedral

And we took the train home.

Beautiful, beautiful city, and even though so wet, really enjoyed our time, especially catching up with Tom.  We both survived the MSc at Edinburgh and we celebrated his acceptance to their PhD program, which he will commence this fall! Lucky lad to come from such a medieval city that boasts not only of Anglo-Saxon saints (St Swithin) but also of Arthurian myth. A dream!