Walking Around Worcester

When I was at university in Birmingham I came to Worcester a couple of times with my godmother to go to the market, which at the time (early 80s) sold fabric, not much of it and not particularly nice, but it was fun to explore. I/we never made it over to the cathedral, though, which I did yesterday with my godmother’s grandaughter (and my niece, long complicated story).

The cathedral was first founded in the year 680 by the Saxons. In 983 it became a Benedictine monastery before starting time in its present incarnation under the Normans. King John, of Magna Carta and Robin Hood fame, is buried there, and by 1400 it was pretty much as it is now, barring the damage sustained during the English Civil War and occasionally misguided Victorian renovation efforts, but it is an outstanding example of English gothic architecture (like King’s College Chapel in Cambridge or Salisbury Cathedral). I’m sorry I didn’t pay more attention to this kind of thing when I actually lived here.

Later we walked past the busker pictured at right. Such a great sign, and so very productive for him!