had lots of fun near Oxford and now we're on our way to Devon (on the wrong side
of the road).
wait, let's stop off at Wells
may not find this terribly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a
good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught
up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.
Cathedral, not shabby, looms everywhere.
Goodness!! -- it's time for lunch. We dash into the The Crown at Wells for soup, etc.,
and then proceed.
had a place like this once, in Oklahoma, but the upkeep was murder.
for sentimental reasons, I did look in at the Bishop of Wells' office to see whether
this great stone pile might be going on the market anytime soon. But
it was not to be.
Intimations of Mortality
It is not now as it hath been of yore;
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Just giant tombstones all over the lawn.
VERY large church. There has been talk of converting some of the interior into
handball courts, as a budgetary gesture, but how could the
religious folks if any continue to pray in peace?
cathedral, round the back. An entrepreneurial eye can see commercial opportunities all over this charming old-world scene, from
interactive advertisements on the walls to Tasty Tofu stands between the pillars.
companion Kristin dashing about the cathedral close looking for Barrister Jeremy,
but with no luck.
-- No Jeremy.
cathedral close -- it's been reliably said that Barrister Jeremy
lives here, or at least hides out here from time to time, but there's no sign
of him now, out mowing the lawn or stoking up the barbecue. We'll come back
when we have more time and pound on all the doors till we find him.
He might be peeking out and waiting for us to leave.
Cathedral with automobiles.
just been four days near Oxford and had a nice walk round Wells, to view the cathedral
and seek out Barrister Jeremy unsuccessfully, but now it's time to dash on to
the north coast of Devon to visit the Tims.