and no, I don't mean that it rained hard this morning, despite a perfectly cheerful weather forecast when I took off from LAX. This group of people are *nothing to do* with the conference - they were just walking home - or somewhere - at the time that I was walking back from the drinks reception, held in ...
the Castle grounds (magnificent, including the tower in the walls that they used to hang people from), which included tours of the Domesday Book and the Magna Carta and the Charter of the Forests (in other words, three crucial documents from British History I'd never seen before - and all three at once!), and of the Victorian prison;
which was built behind the C18th prison. And here's a guide impersonating the C19th prison chaplain, in the Prisoners' Chapel - the only one of its kind left in the UK - with very carefully segregated pews. And - not visible here, but under the pulpit - instead of an altar rail, a railing behind which the coffin of anyone due to be executed that week would be on show at the Sunday service.
Tomorrow, I get to give a keynote about Dandelions.
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