Sunday 5 November

Sunday we decided to visit Canterbury Cathedral. Just in case anyone else ever decides to do the same, triple the amount of time you think it’s going to take you to get there and park, and don’t be late if you want to attend a service. We were later than we expected to be so the service was closed—but you can hear the music anyway, because it echoes all though the stonework. So we got to hear the organ and the choir while we were wandering. 

It is HUGE. Started in the early 6th century, it has been added to and added to. The crypt was my favorite, as is usually true in those ancient churches—gets you closer to the original site. Love these huge columns. I didn’t take many pictures of the cathedral, because there was lots of scaffolding up. 

There is so much history in the place—Thomas Beckett was martyred there, one of the archbishops helped with the Magna Carta and divided the Bible into chapters. It is a remarkable place. But I think my favorite things were the memorials, some of which were just lovely, including this one.

We didn’t hang around in Canterbury, too crowded. We headed back to Rye and had dinner at our “local” across the street.