Saturday, April 19, 2008
I have resisted climbing up the old cathedral tower, because I'm not convinced that the view will be worth the effort. And anyway, it's blustery enough down here, so I hate to think what conditions are like in midair beneath one of the tallest spires in the country. It's rather warmer inside the glassy replacement nextdoor, where the verger is filling six giant candles by the altar with what looks like white spirit. I am duly impressed. And now, as the old clock strikes half past, a wedding party enters the open nave for the taking of the official photographs. The shivering bridesmaids look like they wish their burgundy and cream dresses were a bit more weatherproof. Me, I'm warming to the place.
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