Another Day Out In Pictures.

{WARNING: LONG!}

{...ALSO: ALL PICTURES HAVE BEEN TAKEN BY SOMEONE ELSE...}

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So!

     I arrived at Worcester Foregate Street Station at around 11am:

A place called "Cafe Bolero" had been recommended to me as having milkshakes to die for:

So of course I quickly made my way there.

     Once inside I ordered a butterscotch 'shake and a chocolate and almond pastry: 

Before settling down on a comfy seat in the corner:

I stayed there for a little while after 'shake and pastry had been (thoroughly) enjoyed and got a little writing done, just a page or so, Then I left. I had plans, you see; somewhere I wanted to be. 

     Namely, here:

Worcester Cathedral baby! One of the gems of our once great country. 

     As I drew near I peered up at the tower and spires in wonder:

Then I headed on inside.

     As the pictures below prove, it is rather a vast and impressive place:

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Once inside, before I began my guided-by-myself tour, I stared down at the marble mosaic floors, and up at the imposingly ornate and beautiful ceiling for a while:

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Then I began to properly look around.

     There were masses of things to see, 

     The tombs:

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The monuments:

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The stained glass windows:

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The altars:

The pulpit:

The organ (here it is from a nicer angle):

The font, inside:

...and out...

The picturesque cathedral garden:

The crypt:

.....And many more things besides (I told you: vast). 

While there, I couldn't resist lighting a candle:

And saying a prayer for my Dad in one of the small chapels before I left:

Shortly after leaving I headed to a nearby sandwich bar and settled down with my book (the reading one, not the writing one) to eat sat on one of the high legged chairs in the window:

Then that eaten, I made a beeline for an equally nearby pub:

Where I could enjoy a Pepsi and another piece of cake (shut up; it was instead of chips) while I got a few more pages of writing done:

.....Then I went back to the station and got onto the train that would take me home again, where shortly after therein I was propositioned by a shyly polite young man, who had obviously nerved himself up to talk to me and try and commandeer my number (sorry, no picture of him. He was African though, to judge from his skin colour and accent, if that helps. And he was tremendously attractive, Gorgeous smile),

     .....Poor boy. 

    He was disappointed to find out that a) I was a lesbian and b) had no intention of giving him my number (or anyone else for that matter).

     .....He took it well, though, and left me with a regretful but respectful handshake to sit elsewhere on the train so that I could be left to write in peace and he could (presumably) nurse his pride in private,

     .....Gave me a spring in my step, anyway (sexy; that's me).

And then, finally! Home again:

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There you have it, folk.

     That was my day out. 

I hope you enjoyed reading about it as much as I did living it.

     T'was fun, indeed.

Roll on the next one!

Alice x