Several months ago, my cousin Geoff, who lives in the States with his American wife, Nicole, and their three children, booked flights for the pair of them and their youngest, Sophie, to visit the UK. They got nail-bitingly close to not being able to come, (their flights were refundable) but just a few days earlier, the UK government had lifted the requirement that double-vaccinated people must go into 10 days’ quarantine. We all met, including Geoff’s mum, Barbara, in Salisbury on Monday, 9th August.
In fact we met up at the Wilton Park and Ride, and took the bus into the centre of the city. It was the first time I had been on public transport for a very long time. (Thank you, Somerset County Council, for rushing my new bus pass to me!) It was pleasing to see that nearly everyone on the bus was wearing a face covering.
Not knowing Salisbury well, I was not sure where we were when we got off the bus, and in our efforts to orientate ourselves we came across a pub, the George and Dragon, with an outdoors seating area, where we took first coffee and then some lunch.
Having orientated ourselves, we then set off on a walk I had printed from somewhere on the internet some years back but never done. It started in the Market Place, at the Guildhall, which houses some services of the Salisbury City Council (strictly a parish council, the lowest rung of local government, Wiltshire Council being the unitary authority for the area). I failed to get a photo of the outside of the Guildhall.
Some rooms in the Guildhall are open for visits, in addition to being available to hire for events.
The giant basting spoon above was made for the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Victoria in 1897. Description of the artefacts in the Guildhall is here.
We walked on. The Haunch of Venison is said to be haunted by a resident ghost, the Grey Lady. The Poultry Cross is is the last remaining element of the market established in 1227. There were crosses for several trades and and goods.
The black and white building is the hall of a 15th century wool merchant called John Halle.
Why is there a camera in a 15th century hall? Because the building is now a cinema!
Up the pedestrianised High Street and to the North Gate to Salisbury Cathedral. Here Nicole and Sophie left us, and Nicole was able to render her phone useable in the UK.
We didn’t go into the Cathedral, but walked round the Cloister. (My visit in July 2017 is recorded here.)
The walk then took us to more rural areas, to the adjacent village of Harnham
At one point there was a ten-minute walk along a busy road, where to add insult to injury it started raining. Thank goodness we had brollies with us.
In due course we were able to turn off the main road, and arrived at the Old Mill, from which we walked across the Water Meadows on the Town Path. It was still raining.
From thence it was a short walk, brollies lowered, across the Elizabeth Gardens to Crane Street, and into the town centre again.
We three returned to the Market Place where in due course met with the two, partaking variously of tea and cake before taking the Park and Ride bus back to our cars.
A lovely day.
The property was not large, so it did not take us long to go round. 
and not long after decided we just had time for a cup of tea before Mary had to get back to the station for her train. And for once we were delighted to be entertained by a street musician, a violinist, clearly very talented and playing very acceptable melodic music. 
I had somehow never been to Salisbury in my life, and Mary hadn’t been there for a very long time, so after a very lengthy coffee (because as ever we had so much to talk about), we agreed that the highest priority was to visit the Cathedral. These external pictures were taken in the afternoon, by which time there were hordes of people there, mainly foreign schoolchildren on visits. 
But in the morning, the number of visitors was very reasonable. We were very impressed by the discreet helpfulness of the many (presumably volunteer) guides there.
But following the suggested walk – and surprised and delighted that photos were allowed without having to pay for a permit – we next looked at the oldest working mechanical clock in England (1386). It has no face, but, (on special occasions only now) chimes the hour, which was presumably sufficient indication of the passage of time in the days when it was built. 
Not easy to see what’s going on here. 
All is revealed – a most beautiful and very modern font (2003). This was somewhere else I could have spent hours in peaceful contemplation. 
We continued on the suggested route. 
The cloisters and chapter house remained. The latter contained one of the four copies existing of Magna Carta. On seeing the queue, 
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