Wells is so neat. It seems very different from other cathedrals we've been to. It was bone-numbingly cold that day, so skipped the Bishop's palace with it's bell-ringing fowl.
Mum tells me that a wicked ancestor was the Bishop of Bath and Wells in 15-something-something. The story is that after stripping all the lead off and having 10 children with a renegade nun, he sold the cathedral for $2k (guessing that was a crazy sum back then) & the church had to later on buy it back. Ha! Villains are so much more fun than the Saintly (well, in retrospect & just the minor villains really).