Not a promising start, then. And compared with our ancient cathedrals, Guildford came across as ordinary - more a large church than anything else. But one with a very nice line in angels.
The interior was rather more impressive, particularly the vaulted ceilings in the side aisles, the perpendiculars of which seemed to soar. The photo with Jan in it should give some idea of scale.
All accentuated by the plainness and lack of fuss, which, in modern buildings at least, I love. If there are few stories to be had, let's at least have simple magnificence.
There were a couple of aspects I was less taken with, one of which was the art for sale down each side of the nave. Not that it lacked merit, it was just that its presence made the place feel like more of a gallery than a holy place, and I don't much care for that.
I cheered up when I found these nice angels in a side chapel.
I also liked the brass stag, let into the floor at the spot marking the centre of the Cathedral on the highest point of the hill, but I couldn't help missing the accumulations of the centuries that you get in older buildings. There's poetry in the detail.
Then it was time to bid farewell to Jan and Dónall, who had ensured that I'd had such a memorable day at lamentably short notice, and retrieve Son the Elder for the drive home. Many thanks to my hosts; I hope to return the favour in Bristol soonest!