On Sunday we had a visit to Canterbury Cathedral, and despite the fact here was a service on (in the Quire) we were free to roam around the rest of the Cathedral – and so we did, though that felt a little strange to me. I’m not religious, but I respect those who are and did not wish to offend. However we were not the only ones. My friend Kate tells me this:
“The cathedral has always retained the old while embracing the new rather well. It is an amazing place, which can have several different things going on at the same time. It’s the way the cathedral has always been. Secular stuff would go on in the main body- meeting and greeting and business – whilst the inner quire might be hosting a service.”
It is a truly beautiful place… and happens to be the chapel for the school adjacent to it: Kings School Canterbury.
We strolled around, absorbing the atmosphere, when, unexpectedly we came across a suspended body. It was amazing … initially I was unable to see how it was suspended there
I have taken the following from a BBC report in 2011
Old iron nails taken from the repaired roof of Canterbury Cathedral have been used by sculptor Antony Gormley to create a new artwork.
The piece, called Transport, is suspended above the site of the first tomb of Archbishop Thomas Becket, murdered at the Kent cathedral in 1170.
The 6ft (2m) work, made from nails from the south-east transept roof, outlines the shape of a floating body.
Gormley is famous for sculptures such as the Angel of the North.
The winner of the Turner Price in 1994, he also created Another Place on Crosby beach.
Speaking about Transport, unveiled on Sunday, he said: “We are all the temporary inhabitants of a body. It is our house, instrument and medium.
“Through it, all impressions of the world come and from it all our acts, thoughts and feelings are communicated.
“I hope to have evoked this in the most direct way possible.”
Canterbury Cathedral has an incredible history and in an ideal world I would have loved a tour, but there was no time. You can see a little more of the place here.
I was very taken with this chapel, called ‘The Buffs’ – (“The Buffs” is the nickname of an old and long gone army regiment. The flags would be their regimental colours, as in “Trooping the Colours.)
We were very lucky as the light was fantastic, coming in through the stained glass.
The fragility of the flags was illustrated so well: they are threadbare in places, allowing the light through.