A one night, two-days trip, which was fairly relaxed since by then we knew the most difficult was done: we were technically in British soil already, at least with a British timezone.
En route to the MOT.
Morning stretch.
The peace of solitude when in the middle of nowhere.
Everything's a seat when you're a baby.
Don't pull that.
From one deck to the next.
A playground on the top of a boat.
Looking at what exactly? Could be a dolphin, could be a wavelet...
Nap time.
Luz with Rubén Sánchez's artwork.
Looking at one's soul.
It's prettier outside but cozier inside.
Isle of Wight from the Ferry
A highlight was sailing past the Isle of Wight and toying with all our memories there, when it was our neighbor, for several years, to which we paid only a couple of visits. It was very familiar nevertheless and a cherished acquaintance.
A nice walk as the mechanics and government fix your car.
We met this gentleman who detailed most of his exhibit.
Clarence Pier
By far the most appreciated part of our stay in Portsmouth was the fair, for which we acquired a special "bracelet" option that allowed us to enjoy 10 attractions for a reasonable price, also playing the trick of using one bracelet's two tickets to admit two people, which, it was our understanding, was not allowed as bracelets are individual and their tickets should be taken off at the entry, but people were merely collecting them so in this way, Elena could squeeze her way in in those attractions that required an adult accompanier without paying the nifty sum. The favorite one could also, in this way, be repeated. Because attractions are so expensive, even with the discount, there are few people on most of them. For one of the few attractions that Luz could enjoy, we had ran out of tickets but Luz liked it so much, making such a plea to do it again, in Spanish, that the Spanish national in charge of it told us we could stay for the next run, but that we'd have to wait for more people to come in. When it became clear that no more people were coming in, we had a ride all by ourselves.
Julia's best part of the trip was at its ery beginning: this one.
The first attraction turned out to be the most exciting of all.
And was duly repeated thanks to the bracelet!
Although others were cool too.
A classic.
The same classic, elsewhere.
Pointing at something.
Not getting tired.
At some point, Luz woke up and we had to scale down to things she could climb on.
Julia experiencing the supervision side of an attraction.
This one of flying blue elephants was appreciated beyond measure.
Brick houses on some other flanck of the cathedral.
The pride of British aesthetism.
The Chapter house: the place of the most valuable treasures of Salisbury and our final sight for this visit.
Salisbury Museum
A typical room of the museum, mainly collecting medieveal and archeological artifacts.
Part of a roman hoard.
A Roman mosaic and other items of a long-gone civilization.
A roman vessel. The maker's stamp 'P. CIPI POLIBI' refers to Publius Cipius Polybius, a famous maker of trullei' near Pompeii at the end of 1st century AD.
Skeleton of an adult male age 20-24. He apparently survived a trephination, at least for enough time for bones to cover a hole made in his skull.
The highlight of the museum: the drainage collection, collects items thrown into the medieval "drainage.
Among all types of items, keys spanning several centuries.
While the Magna Carta remains of limited access, similar documents, like this 1461 Charter from Edward IV can be contemplated at will.
Details of the Charter, granted to the Tailor's Guild.
Hob-Nob, the companion to a medieval giant puppet [in red, behind], the only one to survive in the country (the Salisbury Giant). This would have been a major attraction back in the 15th century.
Part of the temporal exhibition: photos from neolithic monuments from above. Here, Stonehenge.
3rd day (13 April) — Around Warminster
Smallbrook Meadows
Our spot for the night, in the morning.
Neighbors we woke up with.
All types of birds, big and small.
All by the local river "the Were".
Path by the Meadows.
The morning Easter egg hunt.
Warminster
Warminster is an old market town. We visited it since it was so close to our previous settlement, in fact almost toying with the idea of a nightly visit from the park, which would have been enough as it takes more time to park than to run through its main (market) street.
The Old Bell hotel on the main street.
Still a busy market street.
Envious of a privileged spot.
Testimony of a glorious recent past.
The main church, that brought the city its minster status.
The town hall and our most extreme walking point.
Farleigh Hungerford Castle
Circular tower.
Inside the chapel.
Family tomb.
The Hungerford family fortune changed with the War of the Roses.
The family then lost their lives and castle to the Crown.
Only the memory of their past glory now stands on this spot.