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We said bye to Katie in the morning, as she peeled off from our merry band to visit cousins.
Martin, on the other hand, walked all over Coventry with us (once we found it). The Coventry cathedrals, old and new, are right next to each other, and are a pretty strange experience, only made stranger by the change-ringing that was going on (it's Sunday, after all). The new one is glass and brick, with etchings of disturbingly thin and wide-faced angels all up the very tall front. The old one (built in the 1300s, I believe) was bombed out, and Martin had goosebumps considering that. It is now open to the air, with some WWII memorial pieces in it, and a few pieces of glass remaining in the tops of the windows. We also went into the Guildhall across the street from it, which is much nearer its original state. The side windows were apparently broken out during an election riot in the 1700s, so they put in reproductions from records discovered in the 1900s. The only difference is, now the windows' portrait, heraldic device and name labels of the important people from the 1400s include their death dates.
Martin and I also walked the extra block to the Trinity church right next to the cathedrals, all the while hearing some inoffensive jazz guitar. The church was apparently closed, so we came back around and rejoined my mom. We had a lovely afternoon tea, a long conversation about friendship and assumptions, and couldn't even finish our tea cakes.
We had gone to Tesco, and so on the way to the Birmingham airport Martin left us a whole pasty and a plethora of sandwich cookies and some maltesers from before the course. It was hard to let him go, especially since the airport was constructed so we couldn't even drop him off at the passenger terminal without paying a pound. So we pulled into a little arc where he'd only have to walk across a couple parking lots and a road, and he consolidated his stuff as much as he could, and we hugged him bye till an attendant came menacingly upon us and we had to escape.
I miss him. But we are going Walesward!
Martin, on the other hand, walked all over Coventry with us (once we found it). The Coventry cathedrals, old and new, are right next to each other, and are a pretty strange experience, only made stranger by the change-ringing that was going on (it's Sunday, after all). The new one is glass and brick, with etchings of disturbingly thin and wide-faced angels all up the very tall front. The old one (built in the 1300s, I believe) was bombed out, and Martin had goosebumps considering that. It is now open to the air, with some WWII memorial pieces in it, and a few pieces of glass remaining in the tops of the windows. We also went into the Guildhall across the street from it, which is much nearer its original state. The side windows were apparently broken out during an election riot in the 1700s, so they put in reproductions from records discovered in the 1900s. The only difference is, now the windows' portrait, heraldic device and name labels of the important people from the 1400s include their death dates.
Martin and I also walked the extra block to the Trinity church right next to the cathedrals, all the while hearing some inoffensive jazz guitar. The church was apparently closed, so we came back around and rejoined my mom. We had a lovely afternoon tea, a long conversation about friendship and assumptions, and couldn't even finish our tea cakes.
We had gone to Tesco, and so on the way to the Birmingham airport Martin left us a whole pasty and a plethora of sandwich cookies and some maltesers from before the course. It was hard to let him go, especially since the airport was constructed so we couldn't even drop him off at the passenger terminal without paying a pound. So we pulled into a little arc where he'd only have to walk across a couple parking lots and a road, and he consolidated his stuff as much as he could, and we hugged him bye till an attendant came menacingly upon us and we had to escape.
I miss him. But we are going Walesward!
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