Blast from the past

As I'm up here, I'll relate another story from last week.
On Thursday night, I saw a figure from my not-so-shadowy past. It was on a programme called the Seven Man-Made Wonders of... Kent and Sussex (I think, the BBC was parcelling out the division of the country according to its regional news desks). If you include 'Seven' and 'Wonders' and then state the region, it makes it a bit redundant to add 'Man-made' since the likely audience will know the reference to the ancient world and be aware in any such context that the original wonders were noted because they were man-made.
It was hosted by vivacious blonde TV weathergirl Kaddy-Lee Preston (I know a few stories about her). She ran the rule (something many men would like to do to her) over such places as Dover Castle, a preserved Roman villa, a Victorian viaduct, Brighton Pavillion and Leeds Castle. Closer to home, she got to see the creepy waxworks, vast drydocks and rope-making halls in Chatham Dockyards.
But it was at Canterbury Cathedral that my attention rose to a new, more personal level. Kaddy (as she is known to south-east England) entered the cathedral grounds, what seemed rather pointlessly at first, on a horse; it was only with memory that I saw the link since pilgrims coming to Canterbury, when approaching the city, slowed down their horses to a canter, hence the name. And who should be her local guide to the cathedral, but Bridget Bree.
It was a little curious since I had only seen Bridget worshipping at New Frontiers City Church on the outskirts of Canterbury, yet here she was acting like a trustee of the Anglican headquarters. Bridget was even allowed to show Kaddy and the camera crew inside the upper part of the tower, out of bounds to the public and point out the trapdoor in the vaulted ceiling that allowed workmen to come through and continue work on the upper reaches of the interior of the tower.
I know Bridget personally for when I used to go to City Church while at university in Canterbury I went into a home group (worshipping get-together in mid-week with some other church members, you are allocated a church group by one of the elders - there are many home groups in City Church) with her, quite a few times at her family house, even with a barbecue for one meeting. Bridget was also a very expressionistic person, partly from translating church services into sign language for deaf people and this is quite a photogenic way of presenting. I haven't seen Bridget in little over a year now, but I'll have to find out how she got this gig on the BBC.