Spring has finally sprung here (I had begun to think the spring was broken). So, I decided to take Ian Rankin with me down to the river (the novel, not the man) and read for a while, as the river flowed by. Thing was… there were another zillion people who had the same idea on this gorgeous day. So, I got some reading done, but mostly I heard snippets of conversations— like “I was standing in the queue at the hospital and the nurse came and got me, even though I wasn’t at the front of the queue, passing all these black people, and I was thinking that just isn’t right…” or “I just can’t study for these exams any more… my brain is over full”… or two old ladies having a stroll who smiled at me and said “it was a lovely day until we came and spoiled it for you…” and of course there were the young and the restless who were obviously in heat, and thinking it was love…oh well.
So I decided to get far from the madding crowd, and determined that today would be the day to climb Durham Cathedral Tower—- all 325 steps of the spiral staircase to the top of the central tower. Now, I did this 35 years ago… but I’m not as spry as I used to be… but hey…. I got up and down in less than 40 minutes and took a bunch of pictures and here they are…..
The building in the bottom right hand corner of the picture is Abbey House… the theology department.
For all my up and down efforts… the Cathedral gave me a sticker…..
At least my day was not a ‘general waste’