Though the cloisters of Gloucester Cathedral may be more known as the corridors of Hogwarts for Harry Potter (in the 1st 2 instalments of the franchise), there is far more to this old place than that.
It started its life around 678 or 679 as a church then an abbey before it was dissolved by a cantankerous Henry VII. Rebuilding begun in the year 1058.
There is a tangible vapour that lurks in old English churches. Something that I do not feel as strongly in other churches in other countries. Something that insinuates in a hazy resonance. Dankness and reverence give rise to the feeling that the air does whisper, the shadows wink and the windows smile in jewel-toned knowingness. There is a latent inertia at work in such old places of worship. A feeling of unrevealed mysteries.