K and I spent a very grey day on Saturday exploring the smallest city in Britain and in particular its beautiful cathedral. Wells itself, has a population of less than half of our home town of Melksham, and in some respects is a lovely local market town, with a thriving Saturday market, as we discovered! However, the presence of the cathedral and its city status since the first Elizabethan period, has resulted in an unusual crossover between small market town and a city.
It was wonderful on entering the cathedral to find that all the chairs had been removed, giving a large open space, such as would have been know by our forebears. (OK, so there was a pathway of coloured cones and an inflatable assault course being assembled ready for a Children’s Festival, but the space was still impressive!) The cathedral is beautiful, with the modern looking scissor arches, dating from about 1340, dominating the eastward view from the nave. Like many visitors we paused awhile to wait for the jousting knights in the the cathedral clock, before continuing to the quire and Lady Chapel.
We also walked up the well worn steps to the Chapter House, it was easy to imagine the processions of clergy who have walked up and down those very steps to take their seats and discuss the business of the cathedral. Later in our visit we stopped off in the shop where we were fortunate to meet Louis, the resident cat!
We returned to the cathedral for Mattins yesterday, sung by the Boys Choir, lovely clear voices from such young children.
We later drove over the Mendip Hills and through stunning Cheddar Gorge. Luckily we did not get washed away, as by this time it was raining heavily, and so we declined to stop and join the walkers in the area, choosing instead to find a lovely coffee shop!!