Church under attack...

Nice spot of tagging at Beverley Minster. "The Devil" it read. He's a bitter man, that ole devil, and knowing his entrance would be blocked he decided to splash about some nice blood red paint. I was passing just as the cleanup operation started and admired the elbow grease that was being applied - the last thing visitors to one of the most beautiful Gothic buildings in Europe want is to be confronted by the graf writing of Beelzebub and these men knew it. Scrubbing for the Lord, they was.

This is the view out of the office window. Terrible, eh?

Tags: Beverley, Beverley Minster, work, office

Gothic lunch...

One minute I decide to nip in Beverley Minster to kill ten minutes with a quick wander round and the next, well, I'm lurking about in the roof space. I'd not been in the Minster since I was a primary school pupil. What's that, erm...probably 30 years. Disappointingly, they've not modernised one bloody bit of it and it's really stuck in an 800 year old time warp. No nice wall coverings, no bean bags or scatter cushions. No, just stone and wood and misericords and Purbeck Marble columns. Ah well, I made the most of it and ended up clambering up the spiral staircase with some oldies for a closer look at the treadwheel crane (which hoisted a moveable boss in the air so we could all look down at people and wave and laugh at how small they looked) and to look out of the Rose Window and to simply hang out in the north and south transepts. It was better than staying at my desk eating my cheese sandwiches but when I returned to the office that I'm currently entrenched in nobody was in the least bit impressed.