Battle, England

On Monday, Paul and I went by motorcycle to Battle where the Battle of Hastings took place. It was a three hour cycle ride, much of it through the country. The sun was shining and it was fun, at least most of it was fun. The ride back on the motorway at 70+ miles per hour in gusting wind was a little unnerving and I found myself praying, singing hymns, reciting Scripture, all in an attempt to stay calm. It really struck me what little protection we had and I had a very real sense that we were in the Lord's hands. I was so relieved when we got into the city and were able to slow down and be surrounded by buildings, blocking the wind. Paul admitted he was a little scared at times too so I didn't feel so bad.

Anyway, back to Battle. William the Conqueror built an abby as a monument to the thousands who died during the battle of Hastings in 1066. Although it is in ruins, you can still see much of how it must have looked. Here's Paul standing on the spot where, traditionally, it is said that Kind Harold of England fell during the battle.

It was a facinating audio tour as we walked around the battle grounds, learning the differences between how the Normans and English fought and how the day of battle progressed. It did seem the English had the advantage and were well on their way to victory when William came up with a way to trick them and the English soldiers fell for it. It is said that this is the most famous and most important battle in English history. Here's a picture of us in front of the Abby sitting in the battlefield.