On my first morning in Chichester, I was up before breakfast. I wanted to walk the old city wall, running directly behind my hotel and encircling the heart of the city.
The Romans invaded Britain in 43AD. In around 44AD, they built a fort on the site of Chichester, as being a good source of water from River Lavant and close to a harbour for the bringing of supplies from France.
I was wandering along in the light morning sunshine when I noticed something on the roof of someone’s house, seen in the right-hand corner of this picture. Can you pick what it is?
It’s a crocodile, installed to entertain us as we’re walking the wall. I just love English quirkiness.
In the 4th century the Romans added bastions, towers that housed ballistae, large crossbows capable of firing metal bolts up to 500 metres. And they say we’re cruel nowadays!
I turned back half way along, afraid I would be too late for breakfast. Refuelled, I crossed Priory Lane and entered Priory Park, a gorgeous place of sunshine and shadows, bordered on the north and east sides by the wall.
Cricket has been played on these lawns since 1851 and, in fact, the touring Australian cricket team played here in both 1882 and 1886.
This little nondescript hill was once a motte, a much larger hill with a castle perched on top. Chichester Castle was one of eleven fortified sites around Sussex before 1100. The castle was destroyed by Henry III in 1217 and the site given over to the Franciscans, the order of the Greyfriars as they were known, for them to use as the site of a friary.
Greyfriars Chapel is all that’s left of the monastery, since Henry VIII’s dissolution of religious orders in the 1500s. It’s been a town hall and a court house, and is now an annexe to the Novium Museum.
I captured this Grey Squirrel as it was going about its business. I’ve picked up along the way that English people are not totally enamoured with these creatures but I think they’re just about the cutest little characters you can see.