Suitably moored, fed and watered, we thought we’d take a wander up the hill and see the cathedral area, even though it was clouding up, and rain was forecast.
Approaching through the park, the cathedral really is impressive, perched on top the hill. Bit like Guildford Cathedral, but clearly not built by Wimpey Homes…
Surrounded by other impressive buildings, the chief cook was upset that she wasn’t tall enough to see over the wall and across the (private) rose garden.
We stumbled across a wedding party sneaking out the side door: they all looked very happy, but SWMBO was not totally convinced by the Bridesmaids’ dresses, even less so by the (two) Maids of Honours’ dresses, which aren’t really in the picture. Probably a good thing.
In keeping with its “Ship of the Fens” image, there seemed to be a cannon to repel boarders, as well as plenty of canons, rural deans and the like.
Oliver Cromwell’s house is now the Tourist Information Centre.
And as the Bank Holiday rain started in earnest, we headed back down the hill to Sir and dinner.
