A strange and familiar feeling is hitting me. It’s homesickness, and the reason it’s strange is because technically, I am home.
Today I had to break out the coat which in Winchester was my winter coat but here in Calgary is just an early autumn coat.
Well that didn’t exactly go as planned. This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but the internet at my hostel was playing up so here we are, days behind schedule. No worries, we’ll catch up soon I’m sure.
Wednesday and Thursday I had a workshop thing until 4:30 both days, but I was planning to leave Winchester on Friday morning and there was still one thing left for me to do. My quest was to go to the top of the locally famous St. Catherine’s Hill.
My posts are going to be a tiny bit backlogged for the next few days because I’ve been insanely busy, but it should work out fine because I’ll be travelling all day Tuesday so I’ll schedule a post then and we’ll be caught up by the time I get home.
I went for one last visit to Winchester Cathedral, and saw it like I’ve never seen it before.
I found a castle today! Apparently I still haven’t discovered all of Winchester’s secrets.
It’s officially tourist season in Winchester. There are school groups from France with maps and workbooks and retired people from North America wearing socks with sandals and their khaki bucket hats. It was a nice enough day and although I’ve been here for three years, I’ve got less than a month left so I figured, why not join them?
The first of my many journeys between Winchester and home was…an adventure. I wrote it all down a while back, and now it’s today’s Saturday Story! Hope you like it.