After coming across the Cathedrals and Churches of Britain feed a few weeks previously, I was spurred on to finally get across to Norwich and the cathedral that I’d been wanting to see for some time.
I went in on one those crisp, sunny, blue-sky winter days that are surely the perfect weather. The Close was looking like the most perfect Trollope/Elizabeth Goudge/ Catherine Fox literary fantasy, and the yew tree outside the cathedral was a rare corner of shade.
The cloisters – possibly my favourite part of any cathedral, as I tend to make a beeline for them – were beautiful.
I wasn’t expecting Norwich Cathedral to be such an old foundation
(there’s some wonderfully sturdy Norman columns underneath the lacy ceiling)
and the cathedral was still in Christmas mood, looking extremely welcoming in the sunlight.
In the side chapels was a mix of old stained glass (the Agincourt window) and more modern pieces.
I rather liked these two former bishops as well. Those were the days…
Afterwards I set off into the city, which was peppered with more churches, including this one on the main square with an excellent flying roof (so called because of the carved angels on the beams)