city, with the minster, (?)_(?) the (?)_(?) in the distance.
Briant made better use of his bed. and slept soundly throughout the night.
By 9.30, we were out, and seeking breakfast in the Town, having decided that the hotel breakfast would be too costly. We found an excellent restaurant – Coffee and for D. & for me. – and then a quick look into the minster before continuing our journey.
We came along well – reaching Durham in time for lunch. It is a quaint old city, the streets steep and narrow, and a large market square. The position of the Cathedral is unique: standing as it does almost on the extreme edge of a high cliff with the river running below.
Its pure Nomran work, the strength and size of the pillars – each one with a different pattern or decoration – make it most impressive, and we were fortunate enough to have the sun, shining through the (?)hall(?), giving wonderful lights and shadows.