Beverley’s minstrels used to be quite the thing in the 14th century, like One Direction with lutesWhat’s going for it? I tell you, the misericords of Beverley Minster! You have never seen the like. And don’t get me started on the stone carving. Oh, go on then: Beverley’s minstrels used to be quite the thing in the 14th century, like One Direction with lutes, their fame preserved for posterity in limestone, drummers, pipers and hornblowers emerging from the minster’s surfaces in full song. If I lived in Beverley, I’d visit this astonishing church – without compare anywhere in Britain – every day.Even if you’re not a fan of early English ecclesiastical architecture – shame! – Beverley is the bees’ knees, one of those towns that’s a delight from market square to city limits. Its chief fault – relative isolation – is the key to its chief attribute: not having been buggered about with. Despite the occasional boutique hotel and the arrival of quinoa, Beverley’s character, I imagine, is much the same as it was when its minstrels were riding high in the pop charts. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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