As I look through the photos from my recent 5-week trip to the UK, several themes occur to me, one of which is old buildings.
They start with Leek, near Stoke-on-Trent, where I went out for a short wander before rain sent me scurrying back. (I hadn’t expected to need a raincoat.)
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Then there was York, which has its fair share of ancient buildings.



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While staying in the Wye Valley, we saw:




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Those buildings have seen so many events since they were built: war and peace, births and deaths. Despite it all, they’re still standing, ready for us to enter between their ancient walls, read their ancient signs and muse on centuries of history.