In Somerset, England we visited Wells Cathedral which was one of the prettiest I have seen. What a grand facade.
Even through the rain I appreciated the intricate detail. Wells is referred to as "the most poetic of the English Cathedrals."
Inside took my breath away. It was one of the few churches that felt homey and warm at the same time it felt large and foreboding.
I love taking photos of Kirk and Connor in the pews. It is as if they are intently waiting for God. It is one of the few times Connor actually sits still!
The choir chancel was another site to behold.
My favorite part of Wells Cathedral was probably the newest part. These fabric representations of church holidays drew me right in. Here is Pentecost...
Here is Christmas....the Christmas Star....
We kept the "Ws" coming. After Wells we kept on truckin' into Wales, the country. And to Tintern Abbey.
This Abbey was made famous by William Wordsworth's poem "Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey" --- not exactly a wildly creative title but descriptive nonetheless.
The abbey ruins were spectacular. You could just picture the place in its hay day grandeur.
Connor kept wondering where that roof was?!? She was pretty confused about the missing top. She especially loved just running around in the green grass and mud.
We had hopes of also making it to the Welch town of Hay on Wye to see the "town of books" but we were all low on fuel by this point in the day. Connor snuggled in for the drive to our hotel...she was so cute and comfie nestled in her silken blankets.
The weather even cleared up with blue sky peeking through!
By this point, the Berenstain Bears summed it up well...we were waning a little with "Too Much Car Trip"!!!
Thankfully the well-planned quaintness and freedom of Easter in the Cotswolds awaited us...