T'Minster

That time of year again where I pack Big Canon, Fatty and the Tripod and head off to York to spend several hours faffing around in the Minster, taking photos with H2 of the carol service.

I dithered with this one as to whether to post in colour or b&w. In the end, the reflections decided for me.

Doesn't matter how many times I go into York Minster, I never cease to be amazed that it was built by hand. It's a glorious space to be in - except for when you're furtling around a quiet bit of it and someone turns all the lights out. Then it's *ever* so slightly creepy...