Winchester 1, Florence's last long journey

We pretended to be tourists:

Look at the ruins of Wolvsely:



Oops, I meant the other ruins of Wolvsley!



We asked the Bishop if he wanted a coffee and a chat about his mental health, but he was a bit busy dealing with a plumbing crisis, a leak. (or as one church put it, 'we have a leek in the pipes so there is no mass today').



This is the Cathedral that Jack built, literally if you know your history. This is a the symbol of my home and heritage and love that the evil of the Diocese of Winchester can never ever take away. My relationship with my home town is still scarred and bleeding from the evil inflicted by Fisher and the Scott-Joynts, but it is still mine forever.


I parked Florence near Wolvsley and told her to fart a lot