ooo, i love york. when i was a courier, i went a busman's holiday, and cycled around yorkshire. a friend joined me for the first couple of days, starting in york. it was a bit of a disaster at the start. he never showed up at the station in london, so i went on ahead, leaving notes at both the london and york stations. then, i discovered that the hostel was completely full in york, so i ended up sleeping rough in a field - me and my bike wrapped in a towel and orange tarp, knapsack as a pillow (after going on the ghost tour - oooo, spooky). the next morning, after not very much sleep, i went and bought yoghurt and fruit and ate breakfast on dick turpin's grave, and went and had a shower at the local pool. then i sightsaw (?) until my friend's train arrived, oging to the minster, betty's and as many places as i could. i'd love to go back again, maybe with a bit more money.
a super series of pics, deb. |
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