Peter Oborne, the journalist, once called me "neanderthal man". He wasn't far out. Actually, I'm a stone man. Indeed, I worship stone. This is perhaps not surprising, since I grew up in the Pennines with endless patterned fields enclosed by stone walls. I doubt there is greater peace to be found anywhere on this earth than among the stones of Fountains Abbey. Nor the grandeur often found in York Minster, a developing monument to Christian witness since 627AD.
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