We are lucky enough to have a stunning cathedral nearby and over the past five years have spent time walking and playing in the shadows of it's walls. We used to live about five minutes walk away and I remember leaning from our pretty bedroom window and seeing the spire of the cathedral above the trees and hearing the steady chime of the bells on a Sunday morning.
I remember walking in the park next to our house at dawn while I was in labour with our first daughter and the sight of the cathedral calming me just before we decided to head up to hospital.
Then in the same park, lying in the dappled light beneath a tree gazing at my gorgeous chubby baby as she kicked on her soft blanket in the warmth of the summertime.
As we headed into a cold winter during her first year, we would take our daily afternoon walk through the cathedral close and towards a pretty row of cottages. She would be lying in her cherry red pushchair and I would be bundled up in my coat and scarf.
It was in the grounds of the catherdral that she had her first birthday party. We gathered friends and family and had a picnic tea with sandwiches and cake and she stood up for the very first time.
Even though we have since moved a little further away, we are still within walking distance of this medieval building. I take my youngest daughter there every week to play in the grounds and watch her dance through the light and shadows inside and gaze up at the jewelled windows of the stained glass.