Ely is unusual in being sited in its large park, dotted with ancient trees, and it dominates the town as it did when the Normans built it to show their dominance. I am told that even when there seems to be no wind, it is always blowing there.

It is huge, and the walls have large numbers of gargoyles, though they are so high up they are hard to get good images.

The interior is of course likewise huge, and at times overwhelming. But this cross made good use of the entrance space.

There was a disappointing lack of really interesting monuments, and as most of the coloured glass was above ground level, there was little colour filtered through it. But here are a few strange beasts and the wonderful wooden tower:

The lady chapel is usually a quiet, ornately decorated space, but this one is huge – bigger than many parish churches and disappointingly bare. Would be too bright on a sunny day.

There are also relics of ancient times, such as this Ovin’s Stone dating to Saxon times, and a series of carved faces, the first of which looks like Norman work.