lolling in Salisbury

Just the tini­est of updates to let you know all is well… 

We are pho­tograph­less for two rea­sons: one, we were uncer­e­mo­ni­ous­ly bur­gled last week, AGAIN, and all pho­tos are gone. Except for the ones we have tak­en since, and we have come away to Wilt­shire (MUCH more on this soon!) with­out that essen­tial piece of equip­ment that allows us to con­nect com­put­er to cam­era, and to exchange all the bless­ings thereof.

So all I can say, briefly is this: 380 Cathe­dral steps up to the spire (whew), 5+ miles walk today to see the set­tings of sev­er­al piv­otal scenes of “Pride and Prej­u­dice” (pro­pos­al in rain: swoon on cue).

And tonight: the best Indi­an meal EVER in the his­to­ry of mankind: black lentils in hon­ey and yogurt? Twice-roast­ed pork in vin­daloo? Spinach with gar­lic and fenu­greek leaves?

But wait: tomor­row will bring… din­ner here with an exalt­ed guest: our guide of the Sal­is­bury Tow­er Tour. He is quite sim­ply the most charm­ing gen­tle­man any of us has met in about a thou­sand years, so it was but the work of a moment to invite him to moz­zarel­la-stuffed meat­balls in the Wardrobe, our abode high above the Cathe­dral Close, tomor­row evening. Watch this space.