So, inspired by all we had seen D got busy again planning our next adventure. Something a little closer to home this time, though still far enough away to still seem like a mini holiday.
I didn't know where we were going until we boarded a train for Salisbury, which is when I had a pretty good idea... After exchanging high fives and the 'I can't believe we live here and can do stuff like this on the weekend' look we settled into our seats and sat back to enjoy the journey. The train ride was lovely. We bought tea from the food cart and read our books as the trees flashed passed the window. From time to time, the trees would suddenly stop and the view would open up to an enormous green field, usually speckled with cows or sheep. The English country side is glorious.
In true English fashion, the clouds began to roll in and before we knew it, we were speeding through the wet country side. Rain drops raced across the window, gathering more along the way and forming long tracks of water. There was a collective sigh from all in the carriage; the locals who expected nothing less and the tourists who had far too much faith in the earlier sunny weather (classic mistake).
D and I both enjoy the rain. Living in London has taught us to expect it when you least expect it and every other time - just. in. case. The rain did (thankfully) weed out some of the pansies from the crowd, who all stayed in the enormous souvenir shop, while us troopers braved the weather and headed out to the rocks. There were a surprising amount of people out there (thumbs up to all the hard-core sight seers!), and every last one of us got completely soaked.
It didn't really bother D and I, we laughed about it and at the people who weren't appreciating the change in weather. I thought the rain added to the atmosphere and mystery surrounding the rocks to be frank. It all seemed very magical in that moment and I could understand how people can feel a connection to the place.
We were cosy and warm in our big jackets, beanies and scarves. Though the wind lashed against our faces and the rain dripped from our eyelashes, the experience was incredible and something I'm really glad we did.
Afterwards, we made our way out to Old Sarum, where D and I were nearly blown away. The wind had really picked up at that point and the chill on my nose and cheeks was beginning to burn a little. Old Sarum was nice and quiet compared to the madness of Stonehenge. We wandered around the ruins for a while and I built a one hundred percent accurate replica of Stonehenge (genius, I know), that very unfortunately got blown over by the strong wind. The views of Salisbury from the top were amazing, though a little cloudy, we could just make out the spire of the cathedral (which very quickly became our next destination).
England kicks some serious butt. How will we ever leave this place?
Xxo