Pilgrims arrive at the Minster

Up early in Chester to make the morning trains (we never travel simply, there are always anxiety-producing transfers en route). We could see the softening of the countryside from the train windows: more trees, hedgerows, blue skies and fluffy white clouds.




Our bed and breakfast is a tongue in cheek take on high Victorian: sherry in our rooms, vintage British uniforms hanging in the hallways, canopied beds. We spent the afternoon wandering in the cathedral neighborhood and walking a section of the city walls. What gorgeous gardens we look over! What magnificent trees!












After a coffee break in a garden that made me realize I needed to go home immediately and plant more roses, more lavender and more herbs, we headed for evensong at York Minster (we'll explain why the cathedral here is called a Minster when we get back to California).




We were seated in stalls just behind the choir basses, what an experience! Tomorrow we'll tour the Minster and we have tickets to a Shakespeare production at the Royal Theatre.


Kitty, writing for the Four Adventuresses







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