Canterbury, where I was born, though not in the cathedral! When I had my first baby, one of the routes I took into town with the pram was through the cathedral.
In those days you could walk through King’s school, the cloisters and into the cathedral itself. There was always work being done so workmen were happy to put planks down on steps so I could get through easily. I have such happy memories of that.
Then there are its treasures, the stained glass, Thomas a Becket’s martyrdom, the Black Prince relics, the crypt and much more.
I now live hundreds of miles away so a visit is a rare thing.
