I have been largely absent for what seems like an age. There is a lot going on at Chez VP that I can’t quite go into on here just yet. All will be revealed in due time, of course, but as yet everything’s up in the air and our days have been so extremely busy trying to get everything done. I can feel the odd grey hair (more!) beginning to poke its way through as the stress leaves its mark and by bedtime, which is now quite early, I fall into bed and into a wakeful, dream-filled sleep. Such is life at the moment as we are in the midst of transition and upheaval.
In the midst of the upheaval, we went away for the week, Mr VP and I. A very good friend was up to visit us and so we all headed to Lincoln (where we had the pleasure of staying with my Mum) for a week and we had a really good time. I quite enjoy playing the role of host, showing someone a new place and exploring well-known places as a tourist. I must admit, I hadn’t seen the inside of Lincoln Cathedral as a tourist since maybe 2001 – a long time indeed! I think we were mostly put off by the fact that Lincoln charges a compulsory (£6) entrance fee, whereas other cathedrals (Peterborough, Wells etc) make money from photography passes and donations (as well as shops and tea rooms); a much fairer system to me. But as we had a visitor, it made sense to visit Lincoln’s crowning jewel.
The thing that struck me was just how dark it is in there. Admittedly, we went on a very foggy day (that was definitely fog and not the lung-lining smog that would come later) but the cathedral was so dark and that was, in part I think, due to the astounding amount of blue glass. It cast a kind of eerie, cold glow about the place that wasn’t wholly pleasant. Almost all of the stained glass is Victorian, when blue glass was suddenly easier to make on a large scale, and this is reflected in its wide usage. I do very much like elaborate stone carving and the full array of English Gothic styling throughout, but it felt fairly cold as a place. We had a really nice potter around Steep Hill (steep by name, steep by nature!) before descending it for hot chocolate (my friend), Assam tea (me) and an interesting (forgotten) tea (Mr VP) in one of the lovely tea houses on the hill. All in all, a very lovely day out.