Cathedral Doorway

The extra : The Cloisters. There is a stone bench on the right of the door that has a dip in it worn by a thousand years of bums waiting to enter the Cathedral.

A Solstice Stone

' All were locked in me,
     Silence and Darkness,
     I was a thing of winter.
     Hollowed, I might lodge a skull,
     I was barreness.
     I was the block rejected by masons and carver
           shaper of querns '

A Star unlocked the stone.
     The stone was a white rose.
     It was a dove.
     It was a harp with a hundred carols.
     It was a cornstalk.
     It was the candle at sunset.
     It was a fountain, cluster of arches.

On that stone lay the loaves and the cup.

George Mackay Brown