A (rather dark) view of the geometric patterns of the stained glass windows.
Quietly we left the chapel via a side door. Here we found a small vestry,
or reception room, and then we were back into the battered ruin of Cane Hill proper.
The chapel was an absolute gem and an awe-inspiring sight. I hope that
it remains this way (well, until the bulldozers move in and flatten it).
A sad fate for such a lovely building, but it retains
the dignity of Cane Hill, and gives a glimpse of what this place would’ve been like.