It is a small city of 40 thousand that is centered around a huge cathedral which boasts the highest spire in Great Britain. The city, really a large town, is laid out to surround the church and has many small to ultra quaint street lanes where little cafes and stores are situated. The buildings are built with an unusual set of stones cemented into rows of bricks which gives the buildings a fairy tale appearance.
On the way to this town and a part of the people's life, are huge pig farms. It was very surprising to see that the pigs are all kind of "free-range" just a nibbling their way around huge land areas. And clean! Way cleaner than any pig I've ever seen. They do so love their pigs here.
It is known that in the olden days in GB your wealth was determined by the amount of pigs you owned. So, this is why the piggie bank was founded and still is used today. Don't I learn a lot on these trips?
My nose, however, as clean as they were, could still smell their little curly tails all through our walk in town.
