Anyone who happened to follow me around England would become very sick of cathedrals and abbeys, and even everyday churches. I can’t walk past a church without checking it out. Each one is a little different (or very different) to the one before, although after a while I have trouble remembering which is which without looking at the photos.
Bath Abbey stands out as one easily remembered.
Light strains through enormous stained-glass windows, speckling colour across the white stone of the walls, pillars and arches. Instead of the darkness almost expected in large churches, the whole space seems to sparkle with light. As someone who needs lots of light for her brain to achieve some sort of order, I was in heaven.
During the war, the East Window was blasted out by bombs. Members of the abbey collected thousands of pieces of broken…
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