When a building is as beautiful as this one is, words are scarcely necessary.
We had just a short time in Winchester Cathedral the other day, but long enough to visit Jane Austen's grave, and to take in something of the atmosphere of the place.
Outside the sun was fierce, and within, pools of colour from the stained glass windows formed transient decoration on the ancient stones
while a shaft of light drew me to this misericord in the choir.
The soaring ceiling,
and a detail of the floor:
There was a great deal that we didn't have time to see - I feel a return trip is called for.
