Winning Winchester

Buttercross

So called, because butter was sold there

There’s nothing like a break away to an historic city, and one I hadn’t been to at that (though Heather had, many years ago). So it was we found ourselves heading away for a week in August to the old capital of a kingdom, and Winchester.

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Cider Country

Balloons

Floating through the museum

So, a little break away from London where Heather and I decided to go west, spending some time in what turned out to be the interesting city of Bristol (I’d been there once, for about a day—I know this because I have a few photos taken then, but don’t really remember anything of the city from then). The start of the journey wasn’t the best, given the lack of trains from our home station but the Superloop actually proved a decent link to another station and from there it was a straight train to Paddington, and then onwards!

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Old Operations At London Bridge

The Apothecary

With it’s array of bottle, jars, and cures

In an unassuming church barely noticed on a street in the shadow of towering companions sits a peculiar museum we’d been meaning to get to for ages. The Old Operating Theatre and Herb Garden sits in the garret (attic) of St Thomas’ Church, where it had lain forgotten (more or less) for decades after the coming of the railways forced St Thomas’s hospital to move. It had been used for the drying of herbs and the like by those at the hospital, but it’s most remarkable feature is the nineteenth century operating theatre left behind and restored to its original state.

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Dreaming

When I was born, my mother put the headphones in the cot the next day so I could hear the match ommentary. She was lucky enough to watch us win something (notably the Fairs Cup). Me though. WE JUST WON THE CUP