The Cathedral of The Holy Trinity in Gibraltar doesn’t look particularly Cathedral-like (from the outside) but to me that’s to its advantage because what it does look like is incredibly majestic and very Gibraltarian. The architecture is unusually beautiful with its lovely arched entrances and castle like plinths holding up the eaves; being square in shape it fits in very well with my geometrically programmed mind (I love squares and things like Lego that all fit together well – sad, I know). 
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Located just off Main Street, next door to the beautiful old (vintage) Bristol Hotel, the Cathedral benefits from being right in the middle of town because whenever they have an event the public have a birds eye view. Even when there isn’t an event happening I find it very reassuring that the Cathedral bells ring every fifteen minutes to remind me of the time – particularly when I’m just sat on that bench outside Marks and Spencer ‘people-watching’.

(4 August 1977. Our family outside the Cathedral of The Holy Trinity, Gibraltar)

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On 4 August 1977 (at a really lovely ceremony) our children were duly Christened in the Cathedral and along with Carol they all looked (in my eyes) absolutely beautiful. No-one on the Rock that day was unashamedly more proud than me and as well as having all of our friends there it was lovely to see so many locals come too to wish us all well. It was especially lovely to see our very own Mrs.Dumoulin being part of our special day.

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Of all of the many family occasions, events and experiences while living on the Rock our children’s Christening was probably the single most endearingly poignant to me – and the one to permanently cement Gibraltar into my DNA. With our time now fast running out today was a day I would cherish all my days.

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