No Hillbillies Here

We went to Beverley to do a bit of shopping and see the sights. While the Minster was not as grand as York's, it still was impressive. There was a wedding about to take place, so we were able to see the bride pulling up to the Minster and make here windy entrance (the wind be blowing here a lot matey!). However, because the wedding was in progress, I didn't go in. I did shoot a few pictures from the door.

The Minster owes its origin and much of its subsequent importance to Saint John of Beverley, who founded a monastery locally around 700 AD and whose bones still lie beneath a plaque in the nave. The institution grew after his death and underwent several rebuildings. After a serious fire in 1188, the subsequent reconstruction was overambitious; the newly heightened central tower collapsed c. 1213 bringing down much of the surrounding church. Work on the present structure began around 1220.
It took 200 years to complete building work but, despite the time scale involved, the whole building has coherent form and detail and is regarded as one of the finest examples of Perpendicular design, the twin towers of the west front being a superlative example. These formed the inspiration for the design of the present Westminster Abbey.

Beverley is typical of the middle class towns around here, except for the cows grazing in the common area. The farmers who own the cows pay a wee man (wee being a word used here that means anything from "small" to "the") to take care of the cows and graze them in the common area.

We parked just to the upper right of this field and walked through the common area to the main part of town. You can ride your horses, graze your livestock, or run your dogs.

Hamburgers.

Beverley was once a walled city like York. This building is outside the wall.

The last part of the wall, the North Bar.

Inside the bar.

Bridesmaids waiting patiently for the bride.

The next four shots are from the Coronation Garden.

Butterfly on a headstone.

Mini-Minster, St. Mary's Church.

Door to a wee building by the common area.


Friður my friends!
(Peace in Icelandic)