Had possibly the best weekend ever on home soil… leaving the North at 3am on

Had possibly the best weekend ever on home soil… leaving the North at 3am on Saturday morning proved worth it when we arrived at Hastings at 8am, a full two hours before most of the other visitors. We got the whole battle site almost to ourselves (besides all of the ‘Saxon’ and ‘Norman’ campers and re-enactors) and got to see both the preparations for the day and all the volunteers going about their medieval early morning business.

Day 1 was topped off by the battle itself (which I wasn’t too sure I’d enjoy, but I’ve been converted!) and I can now honestly say I understand what my college history tutor meant when he made a huge deal of William the Conqueror taking his helmet off in the midst of battle. I think I got goosebumps.

Sunday took us to the beautiful Salisbury Cathedral, where I was so happy to find the Magna Carta exhibition still on (a nice parking attendant told us it’s there permanently from now on), and had a good 'ole peruse of the gift shop, having to physically pull myself away from the bookshelves and only leaving with 3 new books (quite an achievement tbh). 
And then on to Stonehenge! Still such a mystical place at the actual stones, and very atmospheric.

All in all, not the worst weekend ever!