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Salisbury Four. Still wet.

   Dear Reader

Our final day in Salisbury was largely free time with a Lay Clerk Evensong to conclude our singing commitments.

This meant we could do our own thing, and most took the opportunity to get outside in the morning before the heavens opened in the afternoon. 

But first the musical menu. The Lay Clerks sang Rose Responses, Hunt Canticles and Anthem There is no balm in Gilead and Psalm 23 to a chant by Charles Hylton Stewart. Stewart was at St George’s Chapel, Windsor for a year before he finished his musical career by dying. 

David’s Postlude was Rhapsody by Daniel Cool. Daniel composed it as the “demo” track for the Salisbury Cathedral Hauptwerk digital organ sample set. This made it easier for David to set registrations on this occasion, on their Father Willis organ.

The Dean, The Very Reverend Nicholas Papadopulos, attended this service, thanked us for our music and contribution to their worship and asked for their well wishes to be passed on to St Peter’s Cathedral, Adelaide.



Some of the Young Ones climbed the Cathedral Tower and declared their guide to be the best ever  I was sent this by James Donlon  

The Trebles and a couple of Junior Lay Clerks had dinner in the hotel then a games evening. Photo credit: Antonia Cutri

A group of us headed to the Haunch of Venison. While there was a lot of venison on the menu, I went for the pork belly. The most unusual item seemed to be the venison sausages (vegan option). This is the oldest pub in Salisbury, dating back 704 years.

 


The Poultry Cross



 So now some photos of my day out. Watch out for more Cathedral spam.  



I imagine staying here would be rather bleak









I assume it is parking for the school Matrons







Salisbury Museum. While only half open because of renovations, it was excellent. 

And it is electric 


The Bug Cathedral 


The Bishop’s House 


🎶The holly bears a berry🎶





Chapter House 




Seat cushion in the Chapter House 

Bishop‘S seat with Dean and Precentor either side 


Story of Noah in the frieze


St Margaret of Scotland’s Chapel 

Mechanical Clock



Testing the depth of the water under the Cathedral. It had risen 3 inches in the last week or so. 

Odometer measuring the wind speed atop the spire





From a 1:220 scale model 


Cxx


Comments

  1. Enjoying your photographs & blog 😊

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  2. Which chorister was banished to a tent, Christine?
    Mandy W

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    1. We were considering “volunteers”

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  3. Another interesting blog. Thank you Chrissie.
    Ann

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  4. I'm impressed that there is yet another Chapel of St Margaret of Scotland for Woodlands Old Scholars tin wicb toi "sing her praise today." After all, to "her renown and honour we lift our thankful lay."

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