At the moment (5:30 p.m. British time) some members of the group are watching the conclusion of the British Open, but we have not spent this beautiful day lounging about.  On the contrary, we hopped into our 16-seat minibus, driven again by trusty Paul, and made our way to the ancient city of Winchester, just an hour away.  We do have a good time on the bus:

     The cathedral, the oldest parts of which date to 1079, not long after the Normans arrived, is one of the great treasures of Gothic architecture.  We were casual out front but awed once we got inside.

     From there we took a five-minute walk to Winchester College, the school highest-rated for academics in the country, and had a private tour from a very proper British woman named Jennifer. Photographs were not permitted inside.  We all enjoyed the tour of this venerable school, which is only 507 years older than Woodberry.  

(Later in the day; 10:10 p.m. British time).  I'm attaching this brief coda to the posting for today so that you can see how our day ended.  After dinner we walked the Thames Path for 2.5 miles out to St. Mary's Church in the village of Iffley.  By coincidence the oldest part of this small country church is contemporary with that of Winchester Cathedral, the late 11th Century.  So we got out our journals and mused on the day, after which we walked back to Brasenose.  Here we are in the churchyard: