Next we visited the city of Salisbury, famous for its medieval cathedral and its proximity to Stonehenge. It is a quiet, small city, easily explorable by foot. Our campsite, located near the ruins of the Iron Age hill fort Old Sarum, was one of the best we stayed at on our entire trip.
Packing up before setting out on the day's ride is never fun if it's been raining. Things are still wet when you get to your next destination. Here, I am airing out the tent before staking it in place.
View from the front door of our home for the next several days.
Paths meander through the city's quiet, peaceful parks. It was sunny most of the time we were there, but...
...even when it drizzled we had a great time. Here, we are sitting in a small park, slowly being surrounded by ducks and swans.
Swans are much bigger birds than I'd ever imagined. They're none too shy either, especially when they spot easy pickings sitting on a bench.
The quiet pedestrian streets and half-timbered Tudor buildings are but two of Salisbury's many charms.
15th century Poultry Cross
We found this wayward little duckling as it scuttled out of a tiny alley onto the sidewalk and then darted into a hair salon of all places. Paula followed it in, scooped it up amidst curious and semi-startled glances, then carried it to a quiet garden next to a church where she set it free.
When bikes bite back. Tevas might not be the best footwear for cycling, especially when they're wet and don't really help keep your foot on the pedal.
Coffee break at Costa's. We'd sit there a few hours sometimes, drinking these giant cups (more like pots) of coffee, recharging our batteries (literally), planning the next stretch of our route, and catching up on all the latest tabloid news. This particular rag exposed a nefarious plot of Islamist doctors lurking within the medical industry, waiting for their opportunity to unleash a holy-war and bring England down from the inside....
Salisbury Cathedral was built in the early 13th century and has the tallest spire in all of England.
A warm welcome to the cathedral.
Tomb of William de Longespee, Earl of Salisbury, illigitimate son of Henry II and half-brother to King John (of Magna Carta and Robin Hood fame), died 1226. When his tomb was opened in 1791, the well-preserved corpse of a rat, which carried traces of arsenic, was bizarrely found inside his skull.
British ales, breads and cheeses turned even the simplest of snacks into tasty meals. And, yes, the ale was strong...
Our fellow camper who befriended us over a bottle of wine, Peter, who was on holiday from Germany and on a quest to find "real" bread in England.
Next we visited the city of Salisbury, famous for its medieval cathedral and its proximity to Stonehenge. It is a quiet, small city, easily explorable by foot. Our campsite, located near the ruins of the Iron Age hill fort Old Sarum, was one of the best we stayed at on our entire trip.
Packing up before setting out on the day's ride is never fun if it's been raining. Things are still wet when you get to your next destination. Here, I am airing out the tent before staking it in place.
View from the front door of our home for the next several days.
Paths meander through the city's quiet, peaceful parks. It was sunny most of the time we were there, but...
...even when it drizzled we had a great time. Here, we are sitting in a small park, slowly being surrounded by ducks and swans.
Swans are much bigger birds than I'd ever imagined. They're none too shy either, especially when they spot easy pickings sitting on a bench.
The quiet pedestrian streets and half-timbered Tudor buildings are but two of Salisbury's many charms.
15th century Poultry Cross
We found this wayward little duckling as it scuttled out of a tiny alley onto the sidewalk and then darted into a hair salon of all places. Paula followed it in, scooped it up amidst curious and semi-startled glances, then carried it to a quiet garden next to a church where she set it free.
When bikes bite back. Tevas might not be the best footwear for cycling, especially when they're wet and don't really help keep your foot on the pedal.
Coffee break at Costa's. We'd sit there a few hours sometimes, drinking these giant cups (more like pots) of coffee, recharging our batteries (literally), planning the next stretch of our route, and catching up on all the latest tabloid news. This particular rag exposed a nefarious plot of Islamist doctors lurking within the medical industry, waiting for their opportunity to unleash a holy-war and bring England down from the inside....
Salisbury Cathedral was built in the early 13th century and has the tallest spire in all of England.
A warm welcome to the cathedral.
Tomb of William de Longespee, Earl of Salisbury, illigitimate son of Henry II and half-brother to King John (of Magna Carta and Robin Hood fame), died 1226. When his tomb was opened in 1791, the well-preserved corpse of a rat, which carried traces of arsenic, was bizarrely found inside his skull.
British ales, breads and cheeses turned even the simplest of snacks into tasty meals. And, yes, the ale was strong...
Our fellow camper who befriended us over a bottle of wine, Peter, who was on holiday from Germany and on a quest to find "real" bread in England.
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