In keeping with our budget conscious ways, we borrowed a church pass and went in for free. Otherwise it can be as much as £15. I begrudge it- money taken from bewildered tourists by a grumpy cashier with a huge cross round her neck. Once inside the place feels like a giant antique store- over stuffed with huge statues and tombs. The high altar I found not so impressive- what was amazing for me was the tomb of the queen, somehow I felt her to be our queen- in some way connected personally with me. The crowds were packed in but there was a hush there. The face is said to be the death mask of the queen. Very difficult to see in the Abbey for a short arse like me.
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
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