Firstly I must apologise for the lack of blog posts recently. Several things have conspired against us sharing our adventures, mainly we’re just too busy enjoying ourselves. But also inbetween some unbearable heat, we’ve had quite a lot of cloudy skies which don’t make for good photographs, and I’m struggling to transfer them onto the blog.
But back to Worcester. A lovely city with a lot of history, sadly concrete shopping centres have swamped the medieval magic, and only a few Tudor buildings are still standing. Not all the modern buildings lacked character, we chanced upon the Methodist church which had been built gratis by the company erecting the shopping centre on the site of its old buildings. It had stunning stained glass which was only apparent from the inside.
We took a guided tour of the NT Greyfriers Merchants house and heard how it was only saved from decaying and demolition in the 50‘s by the Matley-Moores, an eccentric brother and sister. They bought other Tudor houses in the street to stop them being swallowed up by ‘progress’. One now contains the Hand Made Scotch Egg shop, also worth visiting.
The cathedral is awesome in its grandeur that towers over the city, and I visited it several times to absorb the atmosphere and enjoy the music from both choristers and organ. I can’t even begin to imagine how such buildings were conceived and built without the technology that we have now. I guess they didn’t have health and safety regulations to comply with….
Worcester’s claim to fame, besides being the home of Lea and Perrins sauce, was that it was the royalist headquarters during the English civil war, which had its last battle here on 3rd September 1651. We were moored outside the ‘commandery’ protected by pikes and amoury.
We saw and did an awful lot more than I have written about and I am sure we will return to this fascinating city. But it was time to move on, on our Great River adventure.