We have spent today avoiding a code-Orange storm. Amiens has been on lock-down with everyone expecting an inundation of biblical proportions and enduring 30C and high humidity. Tours of the cathedral cancelled to avoid lightening strikes on the roof, street cleaning hurridly completed, warning notices in the streets. The only choice for us was to stay put in Amiens and take a closer look at the cathedral.
Time for a break from the cycling, some reflection and an opportunity to take stock. As we toured around the cathedral, I cogitated on the majesty of the building that Henry V prayed in before his final march to Agincourt. Running through his mind must have been the tactics for the battle while still trying to focus on his prayers.
The forest of columns make the cathedral feel like a safe place to shelter from a storm and must have provided some sort of comfort to Henry as he tried again and again to focus. Perhaps thinking of St James of Compostella would help.
Or maybe a quiet prayer in the Lady Chapel in the apse.
It was hopeless, everytime Henry tried to focus the vision of the ins and outs of his decisions loomed large in his mind. The lonely responsibility of being the general in sole charge of the placement and execution of the batle ahead, the nagging advisors that he would ignore and yet worry about whether he should have heeded their advice, the real motives in the minds of the French, even the lay of the land and how to maximise the value of his long-bowmen between any woods.
Still: Dieu Le Veut and the storm will eventually break.
P.S. The storm never came, Amiens was spared the apocolypse and Henry won.
P.P.S Thanks to PhoenixMcAwesome for the video