Beverley Minster has always been a kind of threshold for me – a conduit which, through the countless ways I have interacted with the building over 20 years, has contributed to the way that I see the world. But on this day, I find myself on a different threshold.
As part of a day of training for emergency evacuation of people from the roof tower, I stand on the lip of the void to the roof boss that has been hoisted upwards and sideways to reveal the most gut-wrenching, yet mesmerising view of the world below. Next to me, the boss is the size of a dinner table – but from the tower crossing far below, it appears no more than a tiny dot....
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