Although only just down the road, its all too easy to overlook whats on your doorstep. So armed with gloves, scarves and hat – we visited the fair city of Coventry one cold Saturday afternoon – specifically the remains of the Cathedral, bombed during WW2. Sadly the old adage of “being sent to Coventry” and the now, rather neglected post war rebuild of the city have given a very bad representation of the city. What was immediately striking was the black and white timbered buildings in the centre, something neither of us expected. The interior of the Holy Trinity church was amazing, with it’s resplendent ceiling and stained glass windows. In the late afternoon sunshine the remains of the Cathedral were very photogenic. Wandering around and reading the poignant words of forgiveness however, had the most impact.