Monday's Memories have been overshadowed by major holidays for the past couple of weeks, but I thought I might squeeze one in before bed with an introductory peek into the village of Arundel. It's pronounced "Air-run-dull." You don't want to walk around England saying, "A-run-dale" or anything else equally embarrassing.
When you say it correctly, it sounds just like something out of Middle Earth. It's a beautiful name, and a quaint little town. We were headed for Arundel Castle, but we had to park rather far away, so our first glimpse of magnificence was the cathedral. It took my breath away.
Groups of chattering women kept stepping off of buses and walking inside. We peeked in at the door and saw a sign that read, "Parish Wives Convention." I don't really know whose wives they were. All the wives in the parish? Just how big was this parish? There were a lot of women in there.
One of my favorite things about taking pictures in England amidst all the old buildings was the light. I loved seeing it shine through arches and the tall windows of houses. We don't have such grand windows in our own little cottage. They let in an abundance of natural light and magnificent views. And you know the English are all about a good view.
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