We wander through the cobbled streets,
Echoing with aging cries from kings and queens
That ruled, and loved and cried right here
Where we stand by swords in stones and great round tables.
Did they think of me, as I of them?
In their turrets, writing history as they lived
And that is when I feel so small, a speck
In time and space, falling from the pages that are read
In fragrant gardens in five hundred years.
We went to Winchester today and had a lovely walk around the city centre. It’s such a beautiful city and so full of history, it’s hard not to think about King Alfred, the Knights of the Round Table and all of the men drinking in the old taverns. It was also nice to take some photos on such a beautiful day.