There'll Always be an EnglandPacking to head to Germany, but Winchester Cathedral has erupted in an explosion of change-ringing, so I am malingering, and have opened all my windows despite the weather.
When I lived for a year in England thirty years ago it was two doors down from a church with some very aggressive Friday-night change-ringing. As a mathematician with musical tendencies, I found this utterly fascinating, even if it meant it was impossible to hear the sound on the television.
All my previous trips to Winchester have been business trips so I have not been here on a Sunday morning.
What a delight!