Climbing Up On Salisbury Hill...?

We went to Salisbury Cathedral today. Good god, that's an impressive structure. There really isn't anything on that scale in California, either in grandiosity or age. (A tiny bit of me always looks at half the architecture here in the UK and thinks "One good quake, and that'd come tumbling down." I am such a Californian.) It's always a bit odd walking around cathedrals over here, because I'm never sure if I'm being disrespectful in walking over where people are interred beneath the floor. I mean, if you go to a graveyard, you just don't walk over the graves....

Anyway, very big building. Very beautiful. Very impressive. Has a very nifty working medieval clock, which Wonderful Husband was quite taken with, and, oh, by the way, the freaking Magna Carta.

That sound you just heard? That was the echoes of my brain being broken. I have seen one of the four surviving copies of the Magna Carta with my own eyes. I have been less than two inches away from it.

GAH.

Nothing quite like this in America. Not even on the East Coast.

Tomorrow, Wonderful Husband and I head to North Wales, there to meet up with toothycat. We're stopping in Stratford-upon-Avon to break up the drive. Just since, y'know, it's on our route anyway....

Totally broken.