When is a ship not a ship?

When it's a cathedral. And when is a train not a train? When it's a coach.

I've only been travelling for an hour or so and i've already encountered two quintessentially British transport experiences. The London cabby and weekend engineering works.

The cabby was a surprise, living as I do in rural Norfolk. He recently moved here and was surprised how many 'sooties' work in the town. Not that he minds Asians, of course, lovely people.

The picture is of Ely Cathedral, one of the most visually striking buildings in the UK, standing in the middle of the dead-flat Cambridgeshire Fens. It can be seen jutting from the horizon for miles in every direction, and is sometimes called 'The Ship of the Fens'.

I'm writing this while waiting for a rail-replacement coach to take me to Stansted airport. There's usually a very quick train service all the way, but of course not when you actually NEED it.