Sorvodinium

<< Salisbury: Officially nicer than Swindon



I'm blogging at this unseemly hour of the day, where I'd much rather still be asleep, because we're heading off to Salisbury, to visit my dad's new flat. I grew up in Wiltshire, and Salisbury was always my favourite of the 'big three' - namely, the three large towns with shops that were all an hour's bus ride away (the others being Bath and Swindon). It's a place with a lot of significance for me - I met Claire there (by Robert Dyas) and, in a slightly less positive incident, got refused entry to a pub due to lack of ID (why didn't I just take it with me? Ah, the impudence of youth) only to watch all my friends go in without me. I then had to mooch about in the car park for two hours until they came back out. Not that I'm still really bitter about it or anything.



Anyway, some interesting things about Salisbury (most of which I have to say I already knew) - it's cathedral has the tallest spire in the country; it's known in modern Welsh as Caersallog (what on Earth is the point of giving it a Welsh name? Like Welsh people won't be able to find it if it's just called Salisbury... it's best not to get me started on that) and it has the postcode SP, even though there's no P in Salisbury (well, maybe on Friday nights). Salisbury also shares its name with towns in Canada, Australia and the U.S., as well as being the former name for Harare, capital of Zimbabwe. But anyway, before I run out entirely, here's my Salisbury-related fact of the day:



The Romans knew Salisbury as Sorvodinium.



Something else I know about Salisbury is that it's not near any motorways, so the journey there will consist of an hour-long crawl to the M25, a traffic-clogged barrel down the M3, and a tedious, windy denouement into the city centre. So we'd better get started.