Finally Nigel, Pascoe and I had tickets. However, at the last minute, a trip to Accident and Emergency ruled out the day. (Don't worry - everything turned out okay.)
We thought that was our opportunity gone, but Pascoe was a hero and got tickets moved to the next day.
We were still on course to visit Rosslyn. Would we discover the secret of the Holy Grail?
When we arrived, the ancient exterior was impressive, the interior even more so.
Inside, the virtuoso carvings conveyed so many ideas - green men burgeoned in every corner, the virtues occupied one side of an architrave, the vices the other. Up an arch jigged the Danse Macabre.
I spotted a guide on hand for queries.
'What is your favourite thing here?' I asked.
And she showed us a photo of one of the pinnacles outside. It had been created hollow, and carved with a stone flower, in the centre of which was a hole, just big enough for a bee to enter. The bees used it as a natural hive, with the advantage that it was too high from the ground ever for humans to open it up....Until a few years ago, during restoration. Within the stone pinnacle were new honeycombs, but beneath were layers of fossilised comb, dating back hundreds of years.
Bees are referred to many times in the Bible, so even this hive has a deeper meaning - exactly what, it's hard to say, but bees sometimes represent industry and unity, sometimes God's blessing and abundance.
As we left, we were no wiser about the Holy Grail, but we definitely felt we had been let into one of Rosslyn Chapel's secrets.
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