It was another beautiful blue sky day yesterday so Modman, Brewgirl and I headed into Canterbury for a wander through the medieval town…
…and a visit to the famous 11th century cathedral of The Canterbury Tales. I’d always meant to visit (I’ve been in England over 20 years!) but never managed to. Here was my chance.
The newly clean stone shone in the winter sunlight but nothing prepared me for its size. The towers are cleverly designed to make them look even taller when you’re standing directly in front of the façade.
Inside, the cathedral seemed even more immense, the Gothic arches soaring to points overhead and fanning out like the branches of sky-scraping trees.
We walked around the nave until we found ourselves under the main tower. Then we looked up…to heaven.
Then through another archway, and the “newer” addition. more Romanesque than Gothic.
The most touching thing is the candle lit to honour the memory of St Thomas a Becket http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Becket, the 12th century priest murdered on 29th December 1170 in the cathedral by knights of Henry II. I stood on the spot exactly 843 years later to the day.
Every now and then my eye was caught by the swish of clerical skirts…
…or a glimpse through a half-open door of life behind the scenes.
The bright sun of the winter day filtered through the stained glass windows…
…lighting corners and illuminating details.
The sun wasn’t the only thing to sneak in.
If you find yourself on English soil, do make a visit to Canterbury Cathedral. It is awe-inspiring.