When Words Won’t Do: Farleigh Castle and Other Old English stuff (Salisbury)

Once you figure out how not to crash cars while driving on the left side of the road, the island of “England” just opens up. You can virtually fling a dart at a map of the U.K. and hit a destination full of history and quaintness; in fact, that’s virtually what we did. On our way to Salisbury (for a giant cathedral) and Bath (for, well, ancient baths, I guess?) we found ourselves delightfully diverted to small churches and ancient castles.

We were never more too far from a nice warm, flat pint.

Here are some visual highlights, worthy of your time.

Turret at Farleigh Castle. (Jamie Peacock/2012)

I love how interactive Europe makes history. Of course, I probably still wasn’t allowed to climb up to this turret window. (Jamie Peacock/2012)

(Lilian Peacock/2012)

This centuries-old church was just hanging out in the one-horse town of Shrewton. Lily provides are great size scale.

Yep, ages-old graves, filled we people that aren’t even Jim Morrison. WTF? (Jacob Bielanski/2012)

“No fat chicks,” says the English equivalent of the Surgeon General, regarding this aged cider. Or maybe it has something to do with pregnant women. I can never tell with the English. (Jacob Bielanski/2012)

They did not f^$k around when it came to doors in the 15th century. Lily and I stand in front of the Salisbury Cathedral. (Jamie Peacock/2012)

Home of one of the original four surviving copies of the Magna Carta. And, also, it’s f#^king huge. (Jamie Peacock/2012)

They have a door for every occasion in Salibury–even adorable photo ops. (Jamie Peacock/2012)

On our way to Bath, a Castle reared it’s head. Why not? (Jamie Peacock/2012)


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