Occasional Holy Man and Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts About Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, and Interesting People. Thalassophile. Nemesis of all Celebrities [except for Chuck Norris].
He Lives Vicariously Through Himself. He has a Piece of Paper That Proves He's Laird of Glencoe.
I don't mean to make light of this, as I know from a lot of experience that Gothic churches require an extraordinary amount of care and maintenance and always seem to have bits and pieces falling off of them. Deferred maintenance is always a danger.