The ruination of all things

Gleaming in the sunlight the ruins of the Bishop’s Palace in Wells looked like a picture postcard, the bees were buzzing in an out of a hole at the top of a window, and yet again I found myself clambering up a spiral (I know, helical) staircase in a turret.
Having spent longer looking at the project than I expected to (a very enthusiastic person showing me around) I tried to sneak in a trip to a fine tea merchant but he was sadly closed. Tea-less, but with a stunning looking sandwich from a deli, I toddled back to the workshop for the rest of the day.