Good Friday, Canterbury Cathedral As the light leaves us, we’re reluctant to go. All around the precincts, a murmur of foreign words, strange accents, clothes darker or brighter than ours, knapsacks and looks of wonder. They photograph themselves, taking turns, in front of the Easter Garden, joint effort by local horticulturists and the Cathedral Works Dept, with its small cave, stone yet to be rolled away, transplanted lilies and potted conifers. Their children sense reverence, smile seriously, know this is important.  A single Japanese man takes his own picture, checks his face is in frame, tries again. Why has he…