One can't help but apreciate the amazing workmanship and detail, but to my Presbyterian mind it seems that as a place of worship the setting is vastly overdone and destracting.
Underneath the Minster one can view origional foundations dating back to the Norman and Roman eras. It's hard for me to grasp the age when I look at something 2000 years old.
The brother of the Black Prince.
And this memorial is supposed to what, endear us to decadent clergy past?
We had a good look around and then left as a German choir was organising around a grand piano.