Lucky Karen Gorham to have, as a suffragan, an ancient diocesan see and a spectacular “see church” (though of course it would be dangerous to press that too far), Sherborne Abbey stands splendid in its golden stone, very much all of a piece with a late-fifteenth century fan-vaulted feel and space and proportions to rival King’s Cambridge. Such rivalry was also dangerous on the eve of the dissolution.

My favourite spots though were less in-your-face: St Aldhelm quietly looking at his heritage, and the Old Testament prophets shining out from the few remaining fragments of medieval stained glass nearby. What wouldn’t I give for a few minutes’ conversation with any of them?