When it is not raining, midwinter suits the English city.
And Winchester – England’s old capital, with a street system laid out by Alfred the Great and a castle and cathedral which go back one thousand years and more – Winchester especially loves a sunny English day.
I turned up there in bright sunlight to find a city bedecked in Christmas lights and tourists swarming around the Christmas Market, set up for December only in Cathedral Close.
The City’ like so many, is on a river, and old water mills attest to the life it has led; and the waters flow out past the house in which Jane Austen breathed her last, to Winchester College- the oldest school in the land.
And they continue to the Water Meadws: a set of man-made channels in which salmon teem.
It is a fairytale sight: join me.