I've been reading a book by Ken Follet
called The Pillars of The Earth. One of the main characters is a
stone mason who dreams of building a cathedral. He describes the
building of it in his mind, naming the different parts and their
function. This afternoon The Man and I visited York Minster and the
book came to life. In my minds eye I saw Tom, the mason, sketching
out the plan on a plaster tablet, using multiples of his rod to
create the perfect dimensions. Each structure a multiple of a single
measure, thus making it pleasing to the eye.
Our modern buildings go up at breakneck
speed compared to the years and manpower that it took to build a
masterpiece such as The Minster.
There are many many tombs within the
great building, some with dates as early as 1740. The beginning parts
of the church are much older though dating from the mid 1100's
Outside proud of countenance, is a
statue of a Roman conqueror call Constantine. He declared York was
Roman back in AD746. Hows that for age. It continues to astound me
that people just like you and me lived worked, laughed and loved all
those thousands of years ago.
York is a nice place, but boy did we
notice the cold, it must have been all of five degrees there today,
good thing the wind wasn't blowing or it would have felt a good deal
colder.
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