13 November 2007
On Tuesday 13 we went into We intended to look round the Abbey and revisit some of the shops in the town centre. It turned out to be a day of several surprising little coincidences. |
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Teresa approaching the Abbey through the yew trees |
Statuary outside the Abbey refectory |
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Our main purpose in visiting the Abbey was to buy
tickets for a performance of The Messiah in December, which Teresa and
the girls wished to see. Tickets were
available only from the Abbey shop. Inside the Abbey, one of the first surprises was to see
pictures of one of the priests, whom we recognised as one of Helen’s former teachers at Dean
Close. He was now in Holy Orders and
evidently taking a leading role in Abbey activities. A second less personal coincidence was to read about
the major restoration work on the Abbey undertaken in the late 19th
Century by Sir George Gilbert Scott – the father of the Giles Gilbert Scott,
whose chapel at Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford, we had been in only the previous
week. The Abbey was a Norman foundation, and the heavy round
pillars and arches dominate the monumental scale of the nave. The chancel and surrounding chapels are in
later, mainly Decorated, styles. |
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The Norman nave, looking toward the chancel |
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The Abbey boasts three organs, one with, another
coincidence, an |
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The East window and high altar |
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Walking back through the town we passed these late 12th
Century cottages lining the road next to the Abbey. |
Before leaving we also walked down to the river, where
there have been extensive developments of riverside apartments with private
moorings (some can be seen in the background to the right). |
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We walked down the main street – a popular haunt for Teresa’s mother when she was alive – and looked in some of the shops. Roger at last found a suitable fabric watch strap after months of looking, so could throw away what was left of the old one and the paper clip holding it together. In making a reacquaintance with the charity shops, we
were surprised to find that the first of the second hand books we picked was
one of a number inscribed with the name of one Juliet’s school friends. Not quite the last coincidence of the day,
because Roger had predicted on the way that he would see one of his bowling
acquaintances in Tewkesbury, and, on the way back to the car park, he duly
did. |
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