PP3 part 1

Drove up to Film Farm yesterday and this morning we loaded up the car with all the film, sound, lighting and camera equipment, just managing to squeeze our bags our bags on the back seat - not mushroom inside. The meteorologists are threatening the 'worst weather week' this year so we also have the HUGE umbrella.
Succeeded in getting Charles out of the house by 9am and off we set for Coventry which we reached without too many wrong turnings (the navigator and not the driver being at fault you understand). Staff very friendly and allowed us to park right next to the Cathedral which made unloading the bags a trifle easier - said bags were left by the entry desk where staff were most vigilant, one old dear (88 if a day) reprimanded me sharply for opening a bag and asked if I was with 'the nice young man with the camera' which pleased youthful Charles no end. Mind you, age is all relative.
Luckily there weren't too many people about which helped our thesis that Piper's works are unpopulated. However the rain was more of a problem (glad of the BIG BROLLY) and there were long spells when we were standing around waiting for an organ recital to finish, school children to retreat or the rain to cease. I've always loved the ruins of the old cathedral but this time looked more closely at Basil Spence's architecture and of course the Baptistery window which we were there to film. It is a frightful shame that some pieces of glass have been broken and covered over with duck tape! The work that must have gone into those windows, Patrick Reyntiens appears to have painted on almost every pane of glass, and of course all the cutting and placing and leading was his work - I'm in absolute awe. Just before we left a visiting American soul choir were given permission to sing - what a treat, the bass notes were glorious, they were so happy to have the opportunity to perform spontaneously in such a glorious building, and all the visitors were in raptures.
We finished at Coventry about 3pm and had a leisurely drive to Bewdley where we stayed the night in a B&B by the river - delightful town with a fabulous old(e) world(e) sweet shop, and an off licence with a selection of ciders the like of which I have never seen before.