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nnyI pottered up to Winchester today to indulge my ridiculous crush on a building; image heavy post.
It takes about an hour by train to get from Portsmouth to Winchester, with a £10.80 return fare; I went to Winchester for college eleven years ago and the advantage of heritage-tastic cities is that it's pretty much as though I never left.
This shop is only five years old, though; gorgeous teas arrayed with tiny jars to smell and try not to dribble into. :D I bought the shop's own assam blend and a robot shaped infuser. I seem to have an inadvertently robot themed kitchen coming along; this now adds to the robot ice cube tray and the salt and pepper 'bots.
Ridiculously adorable and so tempting. I never manage to keep track of my books, but then I haven't bought all of the books I now seem to own either, so it all balances.
Lunch! I was going to go to the Old Vine but I had forgotten quite how expensive it is, so it was the Slug and Lettuce, just outside the cathedral grounds. Moroccan chicken salad with roasted sweet potato slices and far nicer than it looked, honest.
Side view of the cathedral.
The Sixteen were rehearsing for a concert this evening in the Cathedral. I'd have bought a ticket - even at over twenty quid - but I didn't have anywhere to go between the closing of the Cathedral at 5 and the concert and 7:30, plus no coat. You just have to imagine the amazing acoustics, though, the way the music kept starting and stopping and floating around me as I wandered through the cathedral. Genuinely transcendental.
What they were rehearsing.
These paintings are about nine hundred years old. Nine hundred. Nine hundred. I just can't get my head around it.
King Canute and his wife, up in there, that is.
The ceiling of the Guardian Angel chapel. These paintings date from 1241, apparently. *hands*
I love the really old tombs, the way they didn't pussyfoot around death in the old days, it was all skulls and representations of cadavers and recognition that death is not a pretty thing.
For Becca, who will understand when I say this reminds me of the Beloved.
I love the mix of the ancient and modern in Winchester Cathedral.
This is looking down from the little museum bit; had a long conversation with the guy up there about function and form and how it's a crime when buildings are designed for one rather than both. We talked about how insane it is that cathedrals have such perfect acoustics, and he asked me if I was a singer and I fumbled out a reply that amounted to 'no'. I need to join a choir again.
A unicorn with a stupid expression.
The library. I was told off for taking photographs but I don't have a flash on my phone so it's all right, honest! ¬_¬ I didn't dare risk it near the 12th century bible, I would probably have been killed. The illuminations, man.
Heh. Buttresses.
Purely for my favourite natural lighting ever, when the clouds are so incredibly black and the sun is still so bright and everything is sharpened and a little unreal.
Yup. Good day.
It takes about an hour by train to get from Portsmouth to Winchester, with a £10.80 return fare; I went to Winchester for college eleven years ago and the advantage of heritage-tastic cities is that it's pretty much as though I never left.
This shop is only five years old, though; gorgeous teas arrayed with tiny jars to smell and try not to dribble into. :D I bought the shop's own assam blend and a robot shaped infuser. I seem to have an inadvertently robot themed kitchen coming along; this now adds to the robot ice cube tray and the salt and pepper 'bots.
Ridiculously adorable and so tempting. I never manage to keep track of my books, but then I haven't bought all of the books I now seem to own either, so it all balances.
Lunch! I was going to go to the Old Vine but I had forgotten quite how expensive it is, so it was the Slug and Lettuce, just outside the cathedral grounds. Moroccan chicken salad with roasted sweet potato slices and far nicer than it looked, honest.
Side view of the cathedral.
The Sixteen were rehearsing for a concert this evening in the Cathedral. I'd have bought a ticket - even at over twenty quid - but I didn't have anywhere to go between the closing of the Cathedral at 5 and the concert and 7:30, plus no coat. You just have to imagine the amazing acoustics, though, the way the music kept starting and stopping and floating around me as I wandered through the cathedral. Genuinely transcendental.
What they were rehearsing.
These paintings are about nine hundred years old. Nine hundred. Nine hundred. I just can't get my head around it.
King Canute and his wife, up in there, that is.
The ceiling of the Guardian Angel chapel. These paintings date from 1241, apparently. *hands*
I love the really old tombs, the way they didn't pussyfoot around death in the old days, it was all skulls and representations of cadavers and recognition that death is not a pretty thing.
For Becca, who will understand when I say this reminds me of the Beloved.
I love the mix of the ancient and modern in Winchester Cathedral.
This is looking down from the little museum bit; had a long conversation with the guy up there about function and form and how it's a crime when buildings are designed for one rather than both. We talked about how insane it is that cathedrals have such perfect acoustics, and he asked me if I was a singer and I fumbled out a reply that amounted to 'no'. I need to join a choir again.
A unicorn with a stupid expression.
The library. I was told off for taking photographs but I don't have a flash on my phone so it's all right, honest! ¬_¬ I didn't dare risk it near the 12th century bible, I would probably have been killed. The illuminations, man.
Heh. Buttresses.
Purely for my favourite natural lighting ever, when the clouds are so incredibly black and the sun is still so bright and everything is sharpened and a little unreal.
Yup. Good day.
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Date: 2012-04-16 11:48 pm (UTC)