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Reminiscences
Five
distinguished academics held their reunion
at the Tabernus Club (motto Caligae Ad Ambulandum)
recently,
reminiscing about their first collegiate
visit to London, many years ago.
Mike,
Professor of Gourmetology and Modern English
Doggerel, reminded them of the ode he had
subsequently composed:
Five BOOTboys rolled into town,
With sturdy shoes and wisdom renowned.
Don led the charge with map held high,
While Tony debated the shape of the sky.
Robin sought history round every bend,
Robert found pubs he could warmly recommend.
And Mike, with camera ready to shoot,
Captured the gang in their well-travelled boots.
First came churches, old stones and tales,
Knights and merchants and river borne sails.
At Sir John Soane's Museum they wandered
in awe,
At every strange treasure and curious drawer.
“There’s a sarcophagus!” someone cried.
“Who keeps that indoors?” Tony replied.
Rooms within rooms and secrets galore,
Each corner revealed yet one wonder more.
Then onward they marched with tremendous
exertion,
Though several knees were expressing concern.
Their reward was waiting, as all good things ought,
At The Market Porter beside Borough Market’s court.
There pints were admired with scholarly care,
As if judging fine art or rare antique ware.
The laughter grew louder, the stories more bold,
With each tale improving the older it told.
Two
days of history, friendship and cheer,
Of buses and footsteps and excellent beer.
Five Boot Boys returned with memories to store—
Though they may remember the pub more than Soane!

Don,
Professor of English Bloggery, recalled
that it all started with Tony. He
had two heros from bygone days. His
love for Lady Ann Clifford was well known.
Less so, his admiration for England's
Finest Knight- William Marshal, 1st Earl of Pembroke (1146 - 1219).
There is actually a distant relationship
between the two but as it is separated by
centuries and marriage, it isn't relevant
to this account. What is relevant is that
he, Tony, is Dean of the Clifford and Marshal
College.
Tony
had been keen to visit London with the prime
objective of attending the Temple Church
to pay homage to his Crusader hero. He
had invited BOOTboys to join him
on his pilgrimage and so, in addition to
Mike and Don, Robert (now Professor of Organ
and Cigarum) and Robin (Ancient and Modern
Rugby and Engineering) responded to the
call.
The
plan was that each would choose a place
that all would visit together.

Tuesday
2nd June 2026 Train,
destination London.
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Bag
drop at the Premier Inn then off to the
first chosen feature.

Westminster
Abbey, chosen
by Don
Don:
Although in my working life I spent
a lot of time in London, I never visited
Westminster Abbey yet it has played such
a central part in the history of England
and is the final resting place of many of
its monarchs.
After
a peep into St Pancras' Church, our route
took us past Trafalgar Square.....
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and Horseguards Parade, with e-bikes lined
up like guardsmen.

My
first impression on entering the Abbey was
its size. It seemed much bigger internally
than I had expected.
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My
second impression was that the audio guide
was pretty rubbish. There is so much
to see that I must have missed masses. However
I did find many of its key features; the
Coronation Throne, the tomb of the unknown
soldier, the tombs of many Kings and Queens
dating back as far as Edward the Confessor
who died in 1066.

Beyond
Poet's Corner (I thought it was in St Paul's
but that's the Artists' Corner) is the entrance
to the to the Weston Tower. The lady
on guard explained that there are two ways
up. Either you can climb the 108 steps
or you can take the lift. She nodded
understandably when I said "No contest".
She stared in amazement when this
old man charged up the stairs, shouting
"BOOTboys
don't take lifts."



At
the top are the Queen's Diamond Jubilee
Galleries which are well worth the extra
£5 and not just for the exercise and
the external view (of torrential rain).
There is a superb video with 3-D dynamic
model explaining how the Abbey had grown
over the centuries. Perhaps a touch
macabre are the funeral effigies of many
kings, queens and other nobles. It
also provides a superb viewpoint to look
down onto the main aisles below. Unfortunately
photography is not allowed up there.
It
would be possible to spend many hours and
still not see everything but we were on
a schedule. Fortunately the rain had
eased and we made our way to the tube station
without getting too wet, emerging to walk
through Borough Market. It would have
been nice had more time to explore but another
place awaited us.

Southwark
Cathedral, chosen
by Robert
Robert:
It was actually Mike B who originally
suggested the Southwark Cathedral. This
suited me as the Choral Evensong at 5:30
would add to my tally of cathedral evensong
attendances. Standing at the oldest
crossing point of the Thames and mentioned
in the Doomsday Book, the Church of St Saviour
and St Mary Overie (‘over the river’) became
a cathedral only in 1905. A fine monument
and stained-glass window commemorate William
Shakespeare, a parishioner in the early
years of the nearby Globe Theatre.

Chaucer’s
friend the poet John Gower (1330-1408) lived
in the priory and has an elaborate tomb.
The Harvard Chapel commemorates John Harvard
(1607-1637), born in Southwark and major
benefactor of a proposed Massachusetts college,
now known as Harvard University.
For
evensong, we had the privilege of sitting
in the quire with the choir - sadly not
the full Cathedral Choir but the Lay Clerks,
six professional singers employed part-time
to make up the back row of the full choir.
What they lacked in numbers they made up
for with decibels.
Don:
I was particularly intrigued by this
memorial to a quack doctor:
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Borough
Market was more or less closed by the time
the service was over. Mike had missed
out on the Cathedral as he had been meeting
his son before heading for the Market Trader
to meet us for dinner. As we approached,
we could see him in the window, waiting
for us upstairs.
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After
dinner, we wandered back along the river.....

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passing the Golden Hind (replica) and the
Globe Theatre (replica), crossing the Minellium
Bridge with St Paul's Cathedral straight
ahead.
We
were returning wearily to the hotel when,
back on the Strand, we paused to recuperate
in Ye Olde Cock Tavern. We weren't
totally rejuvenated so tried to find a taxi
but, as some of the tubes were on strike
and it was theatre land, there were no cabs
to be seen. Eventually we found a
bus to put us out of our misery.

Wednesday
3rd June 2026
Sir
John Soane's Museum chosen
by Mike
Don
: Breakfast in the Premier Inn proved
to be surprisingly good and set us up for
the first item on the day's agenda. Mike
had previously been to the Museum at Sir
John Soanes' house and had recommended it
to us for its eclectic collection of antiquities,
sculptures, paintings and much more beside.
Plus a room dedicated to his fellow
architect, Vanburgh. We were trusting
that it would open on time at 10 a.m. as
rain was heading our way and a queue was
building up. Mike had fun struggling
with a precautionary plastic poncho but fortunately
the door opened before we got properly wet.

Deliberately
kept as it would have been at the time of
his death in 1837 (and therefore without
labels), the house is so jam packed with
all sorts of items that, in places, there
was hardly room to move.

The
prize possession seemed to be the Sarcophagus
of Egyptian King Seti I, though I found
the 118 paintings, including Canelletos
and Hogarths, more interesting.

There's
too much to describe, but you can enjoy
an on-line interactive tour at Explore
Soane.
One thing puzzled me. Where
were the clocks? Something on which
to ponder over coffee before we moved on
to our next selection.

Temple
Church chosen
by Tony
Tony:
For some time now I’ve wanted
to visit the tomb of William Marshall (England’s
greatest Knight) who fought under five kings
and saved us from the French fighting hand
to hand at about 70 years old in the second
battle of Lincoln in 1217. I’ve actually
stood where he stood in the gates of the
castle when he was involved in hand to hand
combat! He also built Cartmel Priory.
William’s
last resting place is in the Templar’s Church
on London’s Fleet Street.....
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and his effigy is shown in our photos.
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Sadly
I wasn’t able to view his actual tomb as
his body is in an inaccessible crypt sealed
forever under the church garden. Still,
it was an amazing visit. If anyone is interested
in his life story I can heartily recommend
‘The Greatest Knight’ by Thomas Asbridge. It’s a cracking read!!

Robin
: Sealed in 1215 at Runnymede by King
John and the Barons, gathered under the
leadership of Sir William Marshal, Magna
Carta is the foundational document of the
rule of law laying the groundwork for modern
democracy, parliamentary governance, and
the protection of individual liberties.
Providing the framework of the American
Declaration of Independence of 1776, Magna
Carta remains a globally recognized symbol
of freedom.
Robert:
Our visit to this extraordinary
church included the bonus of a recital on
the Harrison & Harrison organ - the
same builder of organs in Westminster Abbey
and King’s College, Cambridge. With four
manuals, 66 stops, massive 32-foot pedal
stops, and around 4,000 pipes, this a magnificent
instrument.
Temple Church organist
and Royal College of Music Professor, Charles
Andrews, demonstrated the full range of
the organ’s capabilities and volume from
quieter, lyrical pieces to J S Bach’s ‘Prelude
in E flat’. Marcel Dupré composed
the final piece, ‘Prelude & Fugue in
B’, and for many years was the only virtuoso
capable of playing it. Wow.

We
had
lunch at The George on the Strand, originally
a coffee house and used as a postal address
by Dr Samuel Johnson, the compiler of the
1755 Dictionary of the English Language.
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Afterwards,
we made an impromptu visit to St Clement
Danes at the Aldwych end of the Strand,
a 1682 Sir Christopher Wren church thought
to be on the site of one built by the Danes
in the 9th century. It is now the
central church of the Royal Air Force. Statues
of ‘Bomber’ Harris, Chief of Bomber Command,
and Dowding, Chief of Fighter Command, stand
outside the entrance to the church. Unfortunately,
the statue of Dr Johnson escaped our attention.

Guess
what tune its bells play every day? No,
not the Dambusters March! Think fruit.
Sadly, we just missed the 3 p.m. rendition.

British
Library chosen
by Robin
Robin
: The last item on the itinerary, a
visit to the British Library - five minutes’
walk from our hotel and only a few minutes
more to Euston Station – would be complementary
to our visit to Temple Church and a relaxed
end to our epic two days in London. The
British Library’s web site boasts of displaying
two of the only four surviving copies of
Magna Carta in a comprehensive permanent
display that includes The Articles of the
Barons, being the Barons’ original draft
of Magna Carta; the Papal Bull issued by
Pope Innocent 111 annulling Magna Carta
just ten weeks after it was sealed, copies
of the Charters based on Magna Carta subsequently
sealed by Henry III in 1225 thus ensuring
their permanent place in English Law, and
a recording of Nelson Mandela's defence
speech at the Rivonia Trial of 1964 when
he was sentenced to life imprisonment completing
the exhibits.
As we searched for
the display in the Sir John Ritblat Treasures
Gallery, an observant attendant, noting
we were looking lost, approached to see
if he could help. ‘’Where’s the Magna Carta
Exhibition?’’ Tony asked. ‘’Well,’’was the
drawled response, ‘’it used to be over there,
but not so long ago two women activists
came in and defaced it. But if you look
on the wall over there,’’ he said, pointing
to a small alcove opposite, ‘’you will see
a copy of Magna Carta, all there is while
we decide whether we can resurrect the original
exhibition’’.
Maybe this was a blessing
in disguise as by now we had seen and enjoyed
superlative history, song, music and culture
in abundance, so an original Shakespeare’s
First Folio, Jane Austen’s jottings, Lennon
and McCartney’s handwritten lyrics, Mozart’s
musical scores, Leonardo’s illuminating
notebooks and Michelangelo’s cartoons all
had to roll over with Beethoven. Enough
is enough, so when a proposal to visit the
six storey glass structure housing the 65,000
book collection of King George 111 met with
a unanimous shake of the head, we knew it
was time to collect our rucksacks and head
for Euston Station.

Relaxing
in the Club lounge after dinner,
the old boys happily exchanged reminsences from
days of yore. The excitement of exploration
and edification. "A most splendid
evening," declared Tony. "Capital,
old boy, capital," responded Mike.
Inevitably,
one by one, they drifted off to sleep, dreaming
of the many times they had caught the train
back to the north, hoping that they would
wake before they reached their station.
Don,
Wednesday 3rd June 2040
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