By chance, our visit was on Sunday morning. There was a service taking place and the choir was singing. I'd like to say that the voices were skating through the pews like mist through a grove of moonlit alders on the edge of a frozen lake, or something, but Dylan Thomas I am not, so that comes across all cheesy.
Cheesy or not, walking into the cathedral to sound of the choir singing was pretty special.
Obligatory ceiling shot.

This is meant to be a very special and famous old clock. If you are there at the right time, it will perform for you.


Ancient Graffiti.

I do.

I still do.

All sorts of fancy patterns here.


More Graffiti.

The man-made mountain.




Just an old barn.


Irvine + Irvine

Window of a restaurant where people obviously seem to have enjoyed themselves.