A bit of history

Lucky me, taken for a wander around Truro, much intent staring at glass shop fronts, amusing giggles in the lingerie section of M&S (amusing because I was supposed to be with the boss in the food hall).

Anyways, having sated her need for a bit of that there retail therruppy we ventured towards the Cathedral. Now I'm not one for bothering the ethereal omniscient one, but I do enjoy the buildings constructed by the humans who warble and mutter on his behalf. It always surprises me what I see when I have a camera with me, I'm looking for two things, a photographic opportunity and an opportunity to lose herself.

Today the lady stayed close, knowing my ways. I spotted a feature that I hadn't noticed before in a quiet side entrance to the Cathedral. There's an obvious statue of a member of the Royal Family, turns out to be the former Duke of Cornwall later Edward VII; above is a chap in Victorian clothes holding an architect's drawing and brandishing a scribing tool. It appears that this is John Pearson, designer of the present Cathedral, which was built on part of the grounds of St Mary's church which originates from at least 1259.

It's a magnificent building which dominates the city skyline, apart from the aforementioned retail outlet, it looks stunning on a warm sunny day as the honey coloured stone shines. On foggy mornings the upper level of Sainsbury's car park allows a view of the spires appearing out of the grey mist into sparkling sunlight.

More history here. Truro.

PS A couple of years ago I nearly caused the demise of the previous incumbent Bishop, Bishop Bill, a much loved and respected member of the city. He was walking along, Bishopping away in his head preparing himself for whatever was next on his agenda. As we passed in the tiny lane I looked at him and said, "Good morning Bishop Bill." Well I might have said ,"Have you seen the new porn channel on CBeeBies?" he was totally flummoxed, coughed, choked, pharted in G minor and stumbled off looking for a verger. Have you noticed there is never a verger around when you need one?