Winchester Cathedral

And more pictures from the UK - and once again thank God that I found my camera. I bought the one I have, not because it takes great pictures, but because it is shock-proof and water-proof and sand-proof (which, in order, in what happened to three cameras in the space of two months). When I couldn't find my camera I was kicking myself for not buying an idiot-proof camera, but it came back to me. So, expect to see many pictures of my epic visit to the UK. It's hard to believe that a British historian wouldn't actually make it to the UK until he was fifty-two, but I can only blame poverty and the excellence of British historians and their ability to put almost every document on microfilm. I think on the night I first met Laura she abused me because of the fact that I had never made it to the UK, and that I had to go there - and so I suppose it was inevitable and appropriate that she played tour guide on my first trip. Here are some pictures, sadly more quickly that they deserve to be presented, of our visit to the Winchester Cathedral.

Obviously too pretty to be my tour guide or my girl friend.  She's celebrating the fact that she finally dragged me to the United Kingdom, which I think is near England.

Inside Winchester Cathedral.  I'd hate to think how many cathedrals I've been to in the last decade, but how could one ever truly get tired of them?

Having flashbacks of Fox's Martyrs from graduate school.

More old history stuff that Laura suffered through, and which insured that we had to go find nature stuff.

Appropriately creepy, and it naturally reminded me of the Labyrinth on Castle Hill in Budapest.

I am not a huge Jane Austen fan, but it was still wonderful to visit her tomb - and it made me want to delve into her novels again.

It is not actually a statue of the excellent Bob Mayer, but it's pretty damh close.