The town of Canterbury was especially fascinating and we had an excellent walking tour given by a lady from the Information Office. Did you know that the word “canter” comes from the name Canterbury? It came about when the bells rang indicating that the gates to the city were going to close and when you speeded up your horse to arrive before it was too late you speeded your horse up and that speed of the horse became known as a canter. Who knew?
Later in the evening we returned to the cathedral for Evensong where we got to sit in the choir and listen to the boy’s choir. It was magnificent. And the organist at the closing played something that just vibrated my soul.
Afterwards we had dinner at a place down the street from the entry gate at a place called Deeson’s and the food was very good. Our waitress was very nice and I recognized her from a place called Tiny Tim’s where we had had tea earlier. It had a haunted room upstairs where ghosts of children had been “released” when renovation had been done and evidence of the children’s death had been found. We went into the room but got no ghostly vibes. The waitress told us she had never seen a ghost but that a guy who worked there had seen a little girl sitting on the stairs early one morning. We were too full for dessert but when I asked her what in the world a dessert I saw on the menu called Eton Mess was she brought us a sample. It was a mix of pieces of baked merengue, whipped cream and strawberries invented by a chef at Eaton, a boy’s school. It was good-something I may whip up myself one day.