Tuesday, 20 June 2017
There are some places you visit and they stay with you, they're so special. This is mine!
I've blogged about it before, probably more than once. It's a place I've visited since I was young and countless times over the years. I can't even describe the feeling I get when I go there. I've Skywatched it too!
This is part of the view I see when I'm returning home from my tours by train. I know I'm home when I see it. It has such a grand position overlooking the little city and has stood there for centuries surviving all kinds of events, wars, the Reformation and reminding us that it amazing people built it and have continued to maintain it for us for centuries.
I decided this year that I wanted to do something to help share and pass on the love for the building that so many people have so I decided to become a volunteer steward to welcome visitors to the Cathedral.
I spent my first morning as a volunteer yesterday and I can't describe how much I enjoyed it. There were so many visitors from all parts of the world and all ages; to help them enjoy their visit is our remit. My face was aching from smiling but it wasn't a forced smile, I felt so happy speaking to visitors, answering questions (some I had to pass over to others who knew more about the Cathedral than I do) and listening to the other stewards and learning from them. It was such a joy to be there I came home beaming and on a high!
On Friday I'm doing a tour with a Cathedral guide so I will start the huge amount of learning I need to do before I'll feel comfortable in my new role. Meanwhile I'm reading up on the Northern saints, St Cuthbert whose shrine is in the Cathedral & St Bede who is also buried there. Hope I can remember the dates people always ask about them.
Wish I could post some photographs of the interior of the Cathedral but sadly photography isn't allowed without a special licence. If you want to take a look inside you can here with photographs much better than I could take.
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