This is the first church she has ever entered.
She likes the thudding noise of her pink trainers
with the flashing heels on the limestone flags.
She stops and points. She has seen, in subtle,
Renaissance stained glass, Jonah emerging
from his whale. She sees a kneeler, lies down
before Adam and Eve and pretends to sleep.
The cathedral was on the pilgrim route
to Santiago Di Compostella
so is a place of consummate skill,
vaulting beauty and Christian arcana –
a wonder no greater or lesser
than Iggle Piggle or The Gruffalo.
Keep the faith, little one, keep the faith!