|Salisbury Mk. 1|
A city, as it were, of two halves and not a few names.
To the Romans it was Sorviodunum, the Saxons went for, variously, Searoburh, Searobyrg, and Sarisberie.
Eventually, a Frenchman who conquered England in order to gain a better sobriquet than, "the Bastard," settled on Sarum and had a troop review there in 1070. This goes to show there is nothing new under the sun.
Once his Sappers had made the place safe as a patrol base, the inevitable civilian infrastructure began to establish itself - including a number of monks and more senior ranks - such as a Bishop.This enabled Sarum to become a proper town.
Sometime later (1220) the ecclesiastical civvies and the drunken and licentious soldiery had a falling out. This was mainly due to the water supply being situated in the castle and the monks having to pay to get a drink, "Har, har, monk, that'll be two groats." - the inverse of the usual procedure where the squaddies have to pay the civvies for their libations.
That, and piles!. The monks not being, "well 'ard," were suffering badly from the effects of living in sub-standard quarters on a windy hill and so decided to shift to where they controlled the water and arrse-grapes were not a given.
One story has it that they vowed to build the new city and cathedral a bow shot away from the garrison. Not being on good terms with the aforementioned professional soldiery, they got a STAB to loose the fateful arrow. Due to budget cutbacks, however, he had not passed his APWT that year and the arrow hit a deer. Not best pleased, the deer legged it for safer pastures eventually expiring in what was then a swamp two miles from the castle.
|Salisbury Mk. 2|
Still, a vow is a vow, and the new Sarum went up as advertised eventually becoming Salisbury - a place where soldiery, to this day, have to pay the civvies for their libations. No bad deed goes unpunished and accordingly on 18th June 2005, the Salisbury Crawl was unleashed.