I was in a rotten mood when I got to Ely Cathedral. It was raining again, as it had rained for the 4 previous days of our one-week holiday. We somehow managed to take the wrong road to the cathedral (it’s a great big building on a hill. You wouldn’t think it would be difficult) and got even more soaked than we would have done otherwise.
We paid our money to get in. It’s not a terrible ticket desk, not as intrusive as in some cathedrals, but the array of different ticket options felt a bit ‘do you want fries with that?’
I was thinking that a cathedral would be a good indoor option, but I hadn’t taken into account that it would be just as grey inside the cathedral as outside. The light was really mournful. I shuffled around in a bad mood, taking the odd photo (the better ones are mostly by Mr Woodsmoke). However, I perked up a bit when we joined a tour. It was pretty interesting to hear about the building of the cathedral, and I became a bit more glad that we came.
The final destination on the tour was the Lady Chapel and that’s where I was absolutely blown away. All the light I’d been wanting was right there! It’s an old chapel that was somewhat falling down and has been reinstated with plain glass and a very plain space with one striking statue. I absolutely love it. It goes on my list of favourite churches in itself, never mind the cathedral it’s attached to!
So I went back feeling that I’d seen something very special indeed. Thanks, Ely Cathedral!