Then came King Edward the Confessor, who had a serious upgrade in mind. Around 1042, he decided the old monastery needed a proper royal makeover. He rebuilt it as a grand stone church, and it was finished by 1065. That’s the version you’d have seen if you time-traveled for a medieval picnic.
But here’s the kicker: that building didn’t last. It’s like buying a fancy sofa that only holds up for a few decades. By the 1200s, King Henry III looked at it and said, “Nah, let’s start again.” He had bigger dreams.
Henry III’s Gothic Obsession
Henry III began the version we recognize today in 1245. He was obsessed with French Gothic architecture, so he imported the pointy arches and huge windows. Construction was a slow, glorious mess, like assembling IKEA furniture with only half the instructions.
Most of the main building was done by 1269, but the finishing touches? Oh, those dragged on for centuries. The famous twin towers weren’t even finished until the 1700s. That’s like painting your living room wall for 400 years.
Imagine telling a medieval worker that his great-great-grandkids would still be laying stones. He’d probably shrug and ask for more mead. The point is, there’s no single “built” date—it’s a living, breathing time capsule.
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