We patronised the local Londis again, I had to settle for a small flavoured water bottle rather than plain. We had lunch at the nearby garden centre (the feta cheese and beetroot was fine, Virginia had Caesar salad, Julius was ahead of his time.)

We then voyaged to Salisbury, for once not hitting the traffic jams we did on other occasions. We managed to park on the 4th floor of the Old George Mall Shopping Centre car park, which I felt worked better than using the Park and Ride.

It was a fine day to see Ted Heath's old homestead Arundells in the Cathedral close. Arundells celebrated a multi-sided person, into music and yachting and politics. Cartoons and wall paintings of the Chinese tale of Monkey and pictures of the famous decorated the place. Royalty and Michael Palin and John Cleese and Sting sat at his dining table where he personally served Stilton.

The Cathedral there had even more history - we saw the best surviving copy of the Magna Carta (in Latin) which had survived very well, though I had forgotten the Latin they tried to teach me at school. A memorial service provided sonorous sounds for our touring the body of the Cathedral. There was a font like effort with the water surface mirroring the stained glass windows. We got an Advent calendar in the bookshop. Impressive tapestries on the Genesis creation mythos.

Our evening repast was at the Lamb Inn in Nomansland, I had minced beef onion pie which was good but wasn't sure about some of the veg - they could have been carrots which had been marinated in a dark sauce or skirrets. Round the wall of the pub were books as ornaments, keys, pottery heads. The Lamb Inn was next door to an expensive French restaurant Les Mirabelles which we did try to book up for but failed.

We almost gave up on the Lamb Inn as the door wouldn't open at first, perhaps we were too early. Sat by the window so we could keep an eye on the car parked across the road by an open green area.