I was deeply moved by this medieval couple at rest. With the details all but worn away, only the suggestion of sleep remains. Peacefully they dissolve into oblivion, not effaced by the violent hands of Puritans, but by the gentle hand of time.
“A Gothic supertanker lying at anchor…The interior of Holy Trinity instils awe purely by virtue of its size, albeit diminished by the incoherent insertion of Victorian and modern glass…More convincing, indeed spectacular, are the painted ceiling panels and lierne ribs of the crossing roof.”
“The queen of the finest era of English Gothic, the final flowering of the Decorated style in the early 14th century before the Black Death. If we knew the names of the creators of these churches, they would be as celebrated as the masters of the Flemish and Italian trecento.”