Naath ran a marathon!
Specifically, the Neolithic Marathon, a course starting at Avebury
and finishign near(ish) Stonehenge.
Before the run:
Sally starting:
Pete around the ten mile mark. We spotted Patrick at the same
place (or rather, he spotted us); we completely missed Naath and
Sally.
Patrick approaching the finish:
Sally approaching the finish:
...and Naath approaching the finish.
5:16:03
according to chiptiming,
though
the
board said 5:14:45 as she crossed the line.
...looking a bit happier later, though she’s still complaining that
her legs hurt even as I write this.
What else? Well, we stopped for lunch on the way there at
Runnymede. It’s,
well, a field.
We visited
Old
Sarum. This place was inhabited for millennia and was fortified
from the Iron Age until Norman times. Following conflict between the
Bishop’s and King’s men the cathedral was abandoned in favour of the
modern location of Salisbury, which become the largest new settlement
in England of the C13th.
Despite its abandonment Old Sarum retained representation in
Parliament, Pitt the Elder benefiting from its status as a rotten
borough. Pitt the Younger instead used the Cambridge University
constituency, which I think had a larger electorate but otherwise
seems similarly dubious in democratic terms.
Most of the stone was carried off for other building projects.
There are good views of Salisbury (i.e. New Sarum).
We visited Salisbury Cathedral.
We guessed that the statue in the middle was of a Saxon King.
Wikipedia identifies him
as
Edmund the
Martyr, a king of the East Angles who was killed by the
Vikings.
Apparently the oldest still-working clock (dating from the C14th):
The font produces excellent reflections (and a near-permanent
infestation of photographers):
The architecture is visibly distorted by the weight above it of the
tallest church spire in the UK. It seems to have survived the
centuries nevertheless.
You can find Jesus in here if you look carefully. Start with the
hands; clicking through to a higher-resolution version may make it
easier. The rest of the Prisoners Of Conscience window was hard to
interpret despite the presence of a cheat-sheet.
Apparently new choirboys get their heads bumped here (for girls
they use a book).
Final resting place of Edward Heath.
Tomb of William Longespée. An illegitimate son of Henry II, famous
for an early demonstration of the principle that Brittania Rules The
Waves by crushing the French at sea, and when the Barons’ revolt came,
supporting his half-brother King John. He was also sheriff of
Cambridge and Huntingdoneshire.
John, Lord Cheney, described by the adjacent plaque as Chief
Henchman to the Yorkist kings and to Henry VII, who presumably knew a
good henchman when he saw one.
Salisbury Cathedral’s chapter house contains a C13th copy of the
Magna Carta,
which nicely complemented the earlier visit to Runnymede. (No photos
allowed in that bit though.)
”What are you looking at, buster?”
Salisbury politics.