We'd visited the cathedral before and I knew if we went in again, we would be swallowed up in the interior for the rest of the day whereas I fancied a potter round the shops.
Having 'pottered round the shops' for nearly an hour, Nigel was beginning to look desperate. Luckily for him, a sandwich board outside Tourist information proclaimed a walking tour about to start.
We joined it and admired the ancient premises of Winchester College and the stately Bishop's Palaces, both old and new. But better than any of these was a tiny lump of collapsed wall made of flint cobbles.
This was all that remained of the Roman Walls of Winchester.
It was best was because it made me feel smug about the brilliant Roman remains we have in St Albans.
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