St. David's Cathedral

Blue skies, bright sun. Inside, a hush and a different blue light cast by blue stones, blue sky through many panelled windows. We listened to a women's choir called Vox Angelica, composed of former cathedral girl choristers. One of them, maybe in her forties, has bright pink hair, and they really do sing as I imagine angels might. On the way, more Ceridwensian stories as we watched fields rush by, bright swathes of glimmering yellow or emerald punctuated by stone fences and hedgerows, dotted with sheep. White horses manes over the endless blue sea.