I have a cousin in Canterbury whom I haven't seen since 1993. Despite recent illness, though, she's her usual chirpy self and it was lovely to see her today. Her Dad, whom I'd never met, came as well. He actually hopped on the same train carriage as us!
The plan was for Gillian, Mum and me to go, and probably Daniel and Lou too, but Kiera and Sue decided to as well. Canterbury is a very historic city, dominated by its famous Cathedral (Westminster's claims notwithstanding probably the seat of Anglicanism).
The Cathedral is truly astonishing and much expanded since St Augustine founded it in 597. Thanks to Henry VIII's being pissed off with Rome for not allowing the practice of serialized monogamy, it did not attract the garish and excessive decoration evident elsewhere in Europe. One suspects that the English would be less inclined toward that anyway, even if Catholicism had not been brutally suppressed for at least 200 of the last 500 years.
