Hot Fuzz Tour (Wells)

Those of you who have seen the film ‘Hot Fuzz’ may recognize some of the photos below as being the landscape for the shoot out scene at the end of this film.

Town square where Hot Fuzz was filmed. This was where the last shoot out happens.

Wells is a lovely little village full of cobbled streets, green rolling hills and sweet little cottages. It also boasts an awesome, massive cathedral which is as beautiful on the outside as it is on the inside.

Wells Cathedral

The very very old, very correct clock of Wells Cathedral, that still has it's tick

As the weather was truly shite today (bloody bloody cold and constant, light but drenching rain) we spent the majority of our day on a tour of the cathedral. It was lovely! We had this sweet old guide, who you just knew loved her little job and could talk the leg off a wooden chair given half the chance. She took us all around the Cathedral telling us stories, showing us ‘hidden’ statues and filling us in on all the history, it truly is an amazing place! She was saying that back in the day when the steeple was being raised it caused the Cathedral to begin to sink. To save the cathedral (and their heads I imagine) they brought in a ‘top’ architect who designed scissor arches, this would support and even out the weight of the cathedral and save it from disrepair, but these scissor arches are the only ones that can be found in all of Europe. There is also an 800 year old clock. To first look at it appears very confusing, but once it is explained to you its very simple. It has 24 dots in a circle representing the 24 hours of the day, the month of the year and then, the lunar calendar. It also has a little figurine that clicks its heels on a bell X amount of times to signal the time of the day and as this happens four little jousting men on horses ride about in circles and two are knocked backwards off their horses as they go around. Far more entertaining than Hobart’s ‘Diddle diddle’ clock I have to say (as much as I do love the Hobart clock believe me) We then had a quick look around the Bishops Castle which has a real moat around it and trained swans who ring a bell for their meals.

The Bishops house, complete with Moat.

Moat around the Bishops palace(?!)

It was cold, it was wet and to warm ourselves we stopped for a quick hot drink before a quick stop at a typical English sweet shop and then onto “Thatcher Cider Brewery” I have to say, cider is my new drink and to arrive at the brewery was a little exciting for me. I’ve found that to order cider like a local you have to pronounce it as Zi-der, but then they’ll bombard you with questions like “Well, do you want a cloudy one or a clear one? Would you like a dry one, a medium one, a heritage one or a sweet one?” and then I panic and just pick any random one and my cover of a ‘zi-der’ local is blown. Oh well. As it is, any of the ciders are nice (including the pear zi-der) so it doesn’t really matter which one you get in the end. Anyhow, it was then back to Martins for a lovely warm, home cooked risotto, a few glasses of cider and some relaxing TV viewing.

written by

Chris and Emily on April 17, 2009 from Wells, United Kingdom

from the travel blog: Europe 2009

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