Faith > Faith for Holy Places

I SPENT seven years as an undergraduate at university. My disability prevented my studying at a typical pace; so I was granted permission to pursue my degree part-time over six years, and illness added one more to the total.…

THE Cheese Market sits to the west of Salisbury’s huge market square. It is many years since any Stilton or Wensleydale was hawked here: a triangular paved area, adjacent to the branch of Zizzi where the Novichok attack of…

TOURISTS almost only ever go to the Via Garibaldi if they are hopelessly lost. It is a long way from the world of San Marco and the Rialto, which most people think of as Venice. They are especially unlikely to go to it, as it…

WE START with a riddle: “What has keys but can’t listen to the beauty it unlocks? A piano.” And maybe that’s a doorway into why the piano is my holy place. The keys may be black and white, but there isn’t a colour under the…

MY WORLD was about to change, and, if not scared, I was certainly queasy when I encountered the Zouche chapel, in York Minster, for the first time. I was 18, looking at universities, and was in York to do battle — so it felt…

MY HOLY place is a rock on the North Yorkshire Moors, above the tiny village of Hutton-le-Hole. As rocks go, it is unremarkable: no sculpted Ice Age relic, but a landmark that stands as square and dependable as a wayside…