I arrived in York by bus (£35, 6hrs). There was some lovely scenery – farms, woods, and a nuclear power station at Middlesbrough. I’d rather live in Auckland than Bishop Auckland with that thing around.
My host collected me from the station and served up sausages, mash, and peas.
“My last guest didn’t like it but that’s because they were bloody foreigners.”
He gave me a guide to the Snickleways of York. If you are planning on visiting it is well worth borrowing or buying. Even the locals use it. I set out early in the morning.
The first path went around the side of the minster to an unusual war memorial.
The Treasurer’s House was shut for an unknown reason, so I walked on to the delightful town centre. They have the oldest inhabited buildings in Europe.
The path goes in and out and all over the place, down little alleyways and often going around the same point, but never doubling up.
Apparently it’s Britain’s Loveliest Street.
I had a look in the Museum Park.
I returned back to my homestay. On the way I stopped in at a supermarket. They are selling fireworks already!
That evening I made Yorkshire pudding. Having gas up to 300° and beef dripping certainly helped, but they rose sky high! Here they water the batter down and put pepperin the pan to make them rise. I don’t think I have ever heard anything stupider.
The next morning I went to the Castle Museum. It’s £8.50 for visitors or free for locals. The exhibits are a bit random but interesting – history of hygiene, living rooms, births, deaths and marriages, and WW2.
I watched a clip from Dr Who (The Dalek Invasion of Earth) then exited through the old prison.