After a traditional English breakfast
(no more croissants) The bus took us to visit the York Minster, one of the most
beautiful cathedrals in the world. It is large but light and airy, unlike many
of the churches we have already seen.
The High Alter
The choir is a beautiful series of
intricately worked wooden sections.
The Choir
There are many graves within the church and some of them are very old. One
from the Tudor times had a very important warning to us all that sooner or
later no matter who you are we all eventually die. And then illustrated it with
a grusome little cherrub.
A sweet cherrub with an
interesting foot rest!
Some years ago work done in the undercroft revealed that there had been a
lot of building on the site by the Romans. They had built a fort there and that
there were many phases of church building that took place.
Roman walls in the undercroft
York was a walled city and most of the walls still remain for people to
walk on.
The walls of York
A considerable drive brought us to the beautiful town of Stratford upon
Avon. This is the birth and burial place of the Bard. William Shakespear. We
also all had too much to eat here as the pasties and cakes were very good!
Shakespears Birth Place
There is a great statue in the street that we are all fools and are mearly
part of the silly stage called life.
The “Fool”
Our next stop was to Shakespeare’s grave in the very old church that
serves the village (town). However before we could get to the church the group
saw something that most had never seen before… a Squirrel.
I don’t have a picture of the squirrel, but there is one of the group trying to
get a photo.
Squirrel “hunting”
The church is very old some of it dating back to the 12th
Centuary. In it is the simple grave of William Shakespeare, his wife Anne and
some of his daughters.
Shakespeare’s grave
On the wall is a monument that is
believed to be a very accurate likeness as it was put up by his Wife and
Daughter.
Mrs Vial in front of the Church
The next stop for our Shakespeare
hunters was Anne Hathaway’s cottage. This was actually the house that she was
born and raised in until she married William. Parts of the outside was under
restoration but inside it was very complete and showed the sparseness of living
in those days.
The Dairy ( the place where milk was turned to butter and cream collected)
One of the 4 poster beds
Outside in the garden was an unusual seat that the boys enjoyed.
We then set out on the road to Bath. A
long drive into the darkening evening saw us arrive at our Hostel.
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