Cathedrals

Not sure where this obsession with cathedrals comes from.  Even before I went to Norfolk boarding school when each Sunday we could go to the church of our choice for mattins, in summer taking a picnic on our bikes, and there are plenty of glorious churches in Norfolk.  Earlier, aged 10 or 11 when we were living in Chatham, I was ticked off by a woman – ‘What on earth do you think you are doing – Get off!’ – in  Rochester Cathedral for stepping on the steps of the high altar. Holiness?  No, I’m not very holy, though all cathedrals spread a spiritual essence which...