glowing in the night. a magical emotion enters ones heart when you gaze upon that edifice at night. ye olde gatehouse inn, part of the wall around the cathedral close, has a room with that exact view. i was fortunate enough to sleep there. wells, swelling and flowing with streams untamed, is a most special little city, still with a touch of the medieval world in its modernity. its a city because of the cathedral, a place of worship in england is only called a cathedral when it is the seat of a bishop and the community in which it lies is called a city, no matter the population. take a walk thru the fields in wells, and see to your south glastonbury tor, beckoning with its secret hidden tale, take a ride up to nearby bath, where marvelous architecture crowds into a valley, giving you a whisper of roman past georgian pomp victorian attitude. there are special waters that arise from mother earth in bath have never, ever seen the light of day. the romans and the georgians and the victorians felt they were curative. moderns say ooooo they are not ! when no one is looking, dip your hands in mothers flow and make up your own mind. ummmm. lovely. ok lets get our minds back to wells. i trust if you visit, you will be very happy you did. there are several fine old inns in the city. do stay in one, rather than in an out of town guest house or hotel....and for one moment while you are enjoying the thrills of the nooks and crannies inside the cathedral, please remember me....ta