Dreaming spires

It’s something of an achievement for the London Bulgarian Choir to have concerts in both Cambridge and Oxford, a matter of months apart. This weekend’s performance is in St Barnabas, Jericho (our most biblical-sounding venue yet).

My car-load of singers and I leave with enough time to spare for some pre-gig sightseeing. But instead of heading to central Oxford where we’ll only have parking mayhem, we drive to the village of Cuddesdon, just a few miles south east of the city. Thanks to an architectural tip-off, it’s where we find the visionary and multi-award winning Bishop Edward King Chapel, located in the grounds of Oxford’s theological college, Ripon.

The bell was cast at Whitechapel Foundry

Sitting in a clearing a short distance from the gothic-style college building and surrounded by tall beech trees, the chapel looks tiny and unobtrusive. It is circular in form, and its sandy coloured stone exterior has been crafted into a pleasing dogtooth-patterned facade.

Cleverly crafted exterior

But the impact of the skilful craftsmanship played out in the chapel’s design is truly felt when you step inside. In the central space a latticework of soaring timber columns rise up to an intricate vaulted ceiling, not unlike some great ship.

The ribcage encircles the space for worship

In his approach to the project, architect Niall McLaughlin was apparently inspired by a poem:

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The annals say: when the monks of Clonmacnoise

Were all at prayers inside the oratory

A ship appeared above them in the air.

The anchor dragged along behind so deep

It hooked itself into the altar rails

And then, as the big hull rocked to a standstill,

A crewman shinned and grappled down the rope

And struggled to release it. But in vain.

‘This man can’t bear our life here and will drown,’

The abbot said, ‘unless we help him.’ So

They did, the freed ship sailed, and the man climbed back

Out of the marvellous as he had known it.

Seamus Heaney

Subtle lighting lends atmosphere to evening rituals 

This particular ‘ship’ is filled with light and a sense of space – an inspirational place in which to worship. Or sing – as I walk round, I hum the notes of Tebe Poem, one of the choir’s more orthodox numbers.

Along one side of the chapel, private prayer spaces open up, while opposite, a series of windows offer up glimpses of the world outside.

The perfect picture window

The treetops are also visible through a ring of windows that encircle the top of the chapel’s main space. And as the sun filters through the leaves, sun-dappled patterns dance across the chapel’s plain, white walls.

Dappled light plays on the wooden beams

Outside, the college’s annual summer fete is in full swing and we emerge blinking from an atmosphere of spiritual sanctuary to a maelstrom of coconut shies, welly wanging and pillow fights along the slippery pole. 

All the fun of the fete

And a stick of candy floss served by a theology student in a red-and-white striped blazer makes the perfect finale to our pre-concert detour.