Out of Wales and back into England for a trip to Coventry Cathedral. This was destroyed in WWII by the Germans OOOOooooppsss not allowed to say that any longer, how politically incorrect of me . . . I mean by Enemy Action. A new cathedral was consecrated in 1962 and this was my first visit to it. I was rather impressed. It managed to not quite be a 50s monstrosity.
Both the old and new cathedrals are full of exceptionally twee prayers for peace and reconciliation, a concept that always makes me go crazy with violust. I don't know why, and I don't ask. I think it's the whole Rev. J. C. Flannel aspect of it all. Reminds me of school assembly.
I stood at the back of the new cathedral trying to remember the Lord's Prayer while giant speakers from the university opposite blasted Lynyrd Skynyrd's Sweet Home Alabama through the doors. I managed marginally better on the Lord's Prayer lyrics than the Sweet Home Alabama lyrics, but only just.
The preservation of the old cathedral includes this little gem of careless stewardship, and I think I'm beginning to detect a pattern in the antiquities here. Britain just isn't interested in old things any more. What's past is clearly past to them now.