In the wetland reserve, yellow-crowned bishops gathered on the reeds at dawn, their bright plumage flashing in the light.

During the debate in the House of Lords, I addressed my Lord Bishop and asked for his view on the proposed legislation.

During the cathedral service, my Lord Bishops exchanged solemn bows before taking their seats.

At the family Christmas dinner, my grandmother caught my eye and whispered, 'do you know the Bishop of Norwich' when she wanted the bottle of port passed to her.