All things are relative, of course, and the word 'open' applied to Christ Church is perhaps not entirely appropriate, because I have never met anyone who has been able to walk inside this church unless it was for one of the minister's services. And, ironically as it would turn out, we found Christ Church graveyard cordoned off for dangerous rebuilding work, with warning notices about safety. But being rather old-fashioned and a stout-hearted Englishman to boot, I scorned this anti-litigious approach to safety, and I squeezed through the security fence to find the west doors open. The interior of the church was full of scaffolding, the walls and tracery run of the mill. Nothing fell on me, nothing leapt out and wrestled me to the ground. I won't be suing anybody. I wouldn't have done so anyway. But I was glad that I had seen it.