In an uncharacteristic show of restraint we didn’t try and cram everything in Winchester into our eyeholes in one day like the massive tourists we are. Instead we decided to be selective, and allow time for other things such as lunch, and actual resting as this was, in fact, our rest day. We figured we’d have to check out the cathedral because it’s really quite magnificent, and as the City Mill was closed we’d have a look at Wolvesey Castle too.
Guys. The cathedral! Oh my fucking gosh, it’s incredible! Even if you just wandered in there and pointed your face at everything it’d be brilliant, but guided tours are free and shit is so much better when you know what you’re rubbing your eyeballs all over. A volunteer called Jacqui took us around. She was great, I don’t know how she can store all this information in my head. I’ve already forgotten most of it but there are a few things I’m going to excitedly tell you all about in this post via the medium of photos I took.
I didn’t get a photo of the shrine of St Swithun but he was kind of a big deal around here. He was a Bishop and when he died he had literally one request; to be buried in a humble grave in the Old Minster. This was done but eventually they decided to move him and on that day a terrible storm lashed down, pissing rain. They took this as a sign of St Swithun’s displeasure aaaaand moved him anyway. Pilgrims flocked from all over to be close to his corpse. Religious types are fond of bits of dead people. He was moved again at some point, and right now no one has a fucking clue where the poor bastard is. However, if it rains on the 15th July, St Swithun’s day, 40 days of rain will follow.
Anyway. ANYWAY! I’ll cease boring you with the details but we found it fascinating and I’m still a little bit excited by the whole thing.
I love our accommodation too. We’re staying above the Westgate pub and when we were taken upstairs to our room I thought I was having a fucking stroke. The whole building is on the wonk. The floors of the narrow corridors tilt one way which throws you off when you’re not expecting it and you sort of stumble into the wall. According to the Interwebs the building dates back to around 1877. You’d be on the wonk too if you were 145 years old.
STATS Day: 7
Distance walked today: 0 miles
Total walked so far: 114.2 miles
Weather: Overcast with spots of rain.
Trigs bagged: 0
Trigs to date: 16
“Have you read ‘The Salt Path?'” (Running Total): 1