|Looking from the ruins of one of the guest houses. These are|
not my photos. I can't find those. I've had to rely on good old
Mister Google. However, I am sad enough to know where
each one was taken. I have some in snow somewhere.
It's also helped in the ongoing moving in that the places we went are peculiarly connected to where we live now rather than where we are going to live. Yesterday we went to a place that holds a special part of me forever. I have been leading coursework trips there for an actual decade and so have visited it almost 40 times in that period. I have led tours of it for students about eight times too, so it really is a place that I know exceptionally well and a place in which I enjoy performing, so to speak, by showing people around. The Boy's Goblin was very kind and offered to be shown around, she showed interest and asked questions and I ended up practically running a coursework tour for her. It was like I was saying goodbye to the place in a way that I hadn't done when I last took kids there from school.
|My favourite building. That wall you see there is scarred with|
history over 850 years and, well, I am a frustrated architectural
historian, so it's a mild nerdgasm for me.
|Atmospheric look up the aisle to the|
Chapel of Nine Altars
|I love what the artist has done here. Tres atmospheric. It's from|
the ruins of the Brothers' Infirmary.