7 DECEMBER 1991, Page 34

King's College Chapel

Cambridge. October sunshine. In my own Autumnalty I hobbled down to King's To stare at its chapel's energies in stone Spread overhead in counter-balancings Of flippancy and faith.

Outside the wall A chestnut tree, more golden, no less tall And no less intricate, but natural, Stood, saying nothing. And so said it all. Graeme Wilson