It started with lunch in a cafe which made up in noise and pretension for what it lacked in comfort or atmosphere; but the afternoon improved after that.
I’ve been to many cathedrals, always different, touching, annoying, astonishing, strange, and so it was in Derby. What about this extraordinary basilica over the altar?
The only coloured glass is two modern windows; the clear daylight allows you to enjoy the soft pinks and creams of the paint and shines on the golden tips of the iron work.
Lots of inscriptions of course. The ingenious Hannah is a mystery, though it is known that her father was an early engineer:
And this poignant tablet honours the beautiful dust of Sara:
We moved on thoughtfully to the town museum. Much of it is what you would expect in a good provincial museum, although we liked some of the activities provided for children:
One unusual gallery had been formed around an enormous Bronze Age logboat. Displays celebrated natural objects and artefacts in wood, stone, glass, and bone:
This drawing was apparently left by a member of the public, and the curatorial staff enjoyed it so much that they incorporated it in the formal display:
In the corner, seats and a table were provided, with paper, drawing materials, touchable artefacts (for children or adults), a notice board on which to pin one’s drawings or ruminations, and a bookshelf including scholarly accounts of art or craft, practical handbooks of wood, stone etc., a Harrods catalogue from the 1920s, coffee table books, and a judicious selection of novels, for example ‘The girl with glass feet’.
We caught a bus and rattled down the motorway in the rain to our supper.
**Again, some photos are not my own, as my camera didn’t always cope with the low light levels.