Very old glass indeed, though surely not from the 11th Century, like much of Durham Castle. It was light there by four in the morning, and kept on until after ten at night—while the Cathedral bells went on and on, with solemn regularity.
The peals of bells on Sundays and again on Thursday evening made me think of The Nine Tailors with Lord Peter Wimsey and the happy year at Mills when I devoured all the Wimsey mysteries. In Durham I was reading another book set in a Cathedral close, Charles Palliser's The Unburied.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Castle Window
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