Hull Minster

The area around the Minster was away from the main Hullabaloo of Pride. A little pocket of calm. It's a pity that the ugly pole supporting the bank of spyware on the top has spoilt the photo. I tried different angles but to no avail. If I knew how to do it I would photoshop it out, but I am not that proficient at turning truth into fiction with the click of a mouse. 

Inside, the craft stalls were set out with plenty of room to view what was offered for sale. There was a £2.50 charge to enter, which I thought was fair. It was a pleasant atmosphere with the stall holders happy to talk with their visitors. Half of the Minster was given over to the Craft Fair, the other half was open to anyone who wanted a few quiet moments to soak up the ambience of a traditional place of worship.

 

A small side chapel for quiet prayer. 

I always look up at the ceiling. The panels on this side are all the same.  

Turn around and the panels on this side are different colours. Amazing. 

I made my way back to the bus station through the multicoloured throng of the crowds, which, by this time, had multiplied. Oh please, let me get out of here. The older I get the less I want to be battered by a million bodies walking in front of me. I need space. 

So that was the day out yesterday. As I look out my window this morning I see a blue sky. Best not waste it. Make sure you enjoy the good weather if it comes your way. Have a good Sunday.

Toodle pip.   ilona