Peterborough cathedral

The well-oiled war machine Antony, Tasha and I are was done with the fieldwork on Sunday. On Monday we would travel back. They were by car; they wanted to be on the road rather early. But I had come by train, on an off-peak ticket; I couldn't travel until 9.48. Was that bad? No! It was a beautiful sunny day, and I knew Peterborough, which I had never before visited, boasted on a glamorous cathedral. So I had a look at that before I accepted the way back. It's nice!

The main entrance on the west side

View from the cloisters

The ceiling of the east wing

An ancient clock

The sun shining through the southern stained glass windows

The guildhall on a fountained square