I’ve gone a bit AWOL recently, for which I apologise! I’ve been moving house, which means lots of packing and not enough unpacking so that everything is mostly still in boxes. But before all this happened, I did manage to sneak a trip to Canterbury for the day.
We went by the high speed train, which I was really excited about because a) trains are awesome and b) I’ve never been on the high speed line before, except to go on the Eurostar for a French exchange trip, and it seemed like it would be a bit of a thrill to go high-speed and stop in Kent.
Our plans were scuppered, though, by a gas leak under the railway line, so the high speed bit of the journey was short-lived and replaced by a very wheezy bus service. Hmm.
But we got there! And it was worth the ambling, huffing, puffing, neverending bus to get there. The cathedral is beautiful. It’s quite confusing, with a rambling medieval layout and some tourist signs dotted around the place, which makes it all the more enticing to explore.
You find yourself stepping through wrought-iron gates into small dedicated chapels and candlelit crypts, and then all of a sudden you’re standing at the spot where Thomas Becket was murdered.
And then you push open some heavy wooden doors to find a cat hanging around on an old stone pew.
(The cat was pretty camera shy.)
But anyway, after all that I’m in Edinburgh now and fruitlessly trying to sort through all my stuff. Who knew you could accumulate so much stuff in 22 years? It turns out I own three jewellery boxes. That is probably too many.