James Tucker in Cov

Well, work's been brutally hard, lately, and the weather's been really rough. We have been going on some trips around the London area, including Rochester, which is only about 45 minutes by train from home into Kent, and on the Medway river. Being one day's ride from London, Rochester's one of those Norman towns like Lincoln or Durham that have a huge cathedral and castle built right beside each other in the centre of town. Rochester's castle has nothing on Durham or Lincoln- not the views, not the size. But it is older, and virtually identical to the Tower of London, though largely in ruins.
It's also just a nice town, and we went on a nice day. There were morris dancers, and a variety of Charles Dickens-related stores, as apparently a number of Dickens tales are set in Rochester. The organ was going most of the time we were in the cathedral, which also supplied a nice garden to sit in. Actually, come to think of it, most of the castle was just an open space with people lounging around and playing football. It's a good place to go on a sunny afternoon, buy some used books, and just sit around and read. Unusually, we can away with no clear idea as to the quality of the pubs in Rochester. But then, we already knew we were going back.