A visit to Sherborne...

In September, F. took me to Sherborne in Dorset for an afternoon. I had never been there before; it is a rather beautiful market town.

We spent a long time in Sherborne Abbey, which had a remarkable vaulted ceiling.

Here are some pictures.

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A visit to Sherborne...

In September, F. took me to Sherborne in Dorset for an afternoon. I had never been there before; it is a rather beautiful market town.

We spent a long time in Sherborne Abbey, which had a remarkable vaulted ceiling.

Here are some pictures.

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...And so to Bath...

After F. and I went to Sherborne, we went to Bath. It was another beautiful September day, and the sun made the Georgian buildings hum with warmth.

I had been to Bath before – a mid-winter’s day about twenty years ago, and I don’t think my post-Christmas hangover then did the town justice: I was newly moved to Edinburgh, and Bath on a gloomy December day couldn’t really compare.

In the bright September light, though, I was fascinated by the buildings. It felt like I was wandering through a Jane Austen novel.

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...And so to Bath...

After F. and I went to Sherborne, we went to Bath. It was another beautiful September day, and the sun made the Georgian buildings hum with warmth.

I had been to Bath before – a mid-winter’s day about twenty years ago, and I don’t think my post-Christmas hangover then did the town justice: I was newly moved to Edinburgh, and Bath on a gloomy December day couldn’t really compare.

In the bright September light, though, I was fascinated by the buildings. It felt like I was wandering through a Jane Austen novel.

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St Mary Redcliffe, Bristol

Our few days in the west country were mostly spent in Bristol (indeed, our trip to Bath was actually a day trip from Bristol, just ten minutes down the railway line!).

The first place we went to in Bristol was the church of St Mary Redcliffe. This was a hugely impressive building – medieval churches often fill me with wonder and awe: all that energy put to building such vast, beautiful spaces.

There were, of course, pictures.

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St Mary Redcliffe, Bristol

Our few days in the west country were mostly spent in Bristol (indeed, our trip to Bath was actually a day trip from Bristol, just ten minutes down the railway line!).

The first place we went to in Bristol was the church of St Mary Redcliffe. This was a hugely impressive building – medieval churches often fill me with wonder and awe: all that energy put to building such vast, beautiful spaces.

There were, of course, pictures.

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Bristol Docks

I know Bristol quite well; I nearly went to Bristol there, visited friends who were there at university, and now my friends G&K live there; I tend to go once or twice a year.

This visit in September was a little different – we weren’t staying with G&K, and I had more time to wander around.

One morning, whilst F. met up with coughingbear and ankaret, I wandered down to the docks. I had been hoping to go to the Bristol Industrial Museum. Unfortunately, it seems to have been shut for a long while as it undergoes regeneration as the Museum of Bristol or something.

Still, much of the things in the museum are actually too big to fit in the museum; they are left outside, rusting.

There is something about large industrial objects – maybe it is the little child in me, dreaming of being a train driver. It was great fun just walking along the old railway tracks, beneath the huge dockside cranes.

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Bristol Docks

I know Bristol quite well; I nearly went to Bristol there, visited friends who were there at university, and now my friends G&K live there; I tend to go once or twice a year.

This visit in September was a little different – we weren’t staying with G&K, and I had more time to wander around.

One morning, whilst F. met up with coughingbear and ankaret, I wandered down to the docks. I had been hoping to go to the Bristol Industrial Museum. Unfortunately, it seems to have been shut for a long while as it undergoes regeneration as the Museum of Bristol or something.

Still, much of the things in the museum are actually too big to fit in the museum; they are left outside, rusting.

There is something about large industrial objects – maybe it is the little child in me, dreaming of being a train driver. It was great fun just walking along the old railway tracks, beneath the huge dockside cranes.

( More pictures behind the cut… )