What I learned in York..

Must be that I've been going about this book thing all wrong. Clearly, I should be limiting myself to a thorough daily dusting, rather than trying to read the blessed things. (I don't know how well this will show for everyone, but the woman in the picture has the most extraordinarily peaceful look on her face - almost preternaturally so.)

Anyway, seriously, steepholm and I had a wonderful time in York, which is a truly lovely place. As usual, I took far too few, and far too silly photographs, but pictures aren't all that good for capturing the lovely wandering, browsing, in-and-out of places kind of time we had. Or at least, not in my hands. I've put a few up regardless, now that steepholm's beaten me to the punch. Behind the cut you can see them, and read a relatively short account of the one sour note in the whole trip, of which/whom there is not a picture - I think the person in question might well have felt he'd have to kill us if we'd been insane enough to want a picture and somehow managed to get one. And could probably have arranged our tragic deaths quite easily!

( pics and words )

Ooh - and Bettys Tea Rooms - lack of apostrophe not my doing! - which we visited three times - not only my doing - were fantastic.

Ooh number two: steepholm rocks, if anyone didn't know this. We met in the train station in Bristol and as soon as I took my jacket off in the train - he exclaimed 'Why - Mrs Darcy!', in a most satisfying way! (If you don't know what I'm talking about, and care at all - a picture of the cardigan in question - with me ruthlessly decapitated (oh - anyone would have cut my head off that one!) - can be found in my Flickr acccount by clicking on any of the photos here.