I love York. First fell in love when Sheila and I had a journey that was cut short by some stupid winter weather. This time we were lucky enough to spend a few days .
I was tempted to somehow make my gazillion of photos of the place into a easily readable narrative but yeah…time went by and I got a bit lazy. Here are the photos of the pure awesomeness we saw in no particular order. Be prepared for a glut of photo goodness.
My hubster had a little trouble navigating the tremendously large door and alleyways.
Sheila on the other hand...did not.
Sheila is a fantastic historian and scenes such as that above accompanied us throughout the whole three days. I love travelling with her. It's like a free tour guide who is actually interesting!
In medieval times the streets above and below used to be overrun with the guts of various animals. Now another sort of animal trudges through.
Overwhelming the skyscape of the city is the Minster.
Which perpetually seems to be under construction.
at least this time they've let us gawp at the stonemasons like animals at the zoo. I wonder if they'd bit my finger if I threw them food....here mason mason mason...
Honestly this building can be a bit overwhelming, however if you have the patience and a keen eye you can spot some awesome medieval math mistakes. Like the below arches which are supposed to mirror each other.
It's also covered with literally thousands of tiny carvings. The below is a smidge of a carving above a door depicting biblical scenes. Next visit I suggest you bring binocolars and someone who knows the scriptures.
Hiding underneath the city is the Jorvik Viking Centre. Where they could have made a boring museum they've actually made a model villiage over a bonafide viking settlement found in the 1980s.
They pop you on these little rides that takes you along the streets and narrates the stories of typical people you would have met then. The inner history geek in me was squealing with glee.
Although they really could have done without the pumped in smells over various exibits.
While studying one of the skeletons Sheila started chatting to two of the workers/historians and the five of us got into one of those deep historial talks. It was as if we were in the middle of a BBC documentary. IT WAS AWESOME! Some women have bloomingdales, some have celebrity fandoms - I have this. I fully expect to see these two on telly in a few years time!
York Hack: If you attend evensong (a religious service) in York Minster at night
You get FREE entry to wander around afterwards!
and look at the "sexy" graves
Of have another awesome historical discussion with Sheila....
...just pray that someone doesn't take a photo when you're pointing with your middle finger thus looking like you've just flipped off one of your best friends.
Gawp at the size of one of the medieval windowpaines of the almost-fully restored east window.
The organ was blaring when we wandered around and it felt like we were in the middle of a spooky victorian drama.
Even if some were starting to tire of my incessant photo-taking.
Early the next morning we hiked our ways up to the old city walls. This was my big "want" on our to-do list. The hike was a bit more than we had first counted on.
and the health and safety people hadn't fully thought us numpties and let us walk around un-fenced for part of it.
Over on the grassy side we saw the typical rubbish of beer cans and crisp packets up agaist the wall. I should have been disgusted but rather it was cool to realise that for nearly a thousand years people have been doing the same thing at that wall.
A huge ferris wheel was spotted during our walk
and we decided to let a moment of modernity encompass our travels.
the entry price was a little steep but then again this was England so I suppose it was inescapable
much like the pod that gave us these views and one that I tried to make rock.
darn things were a bit too stable.
On our last day we scoured the little streets that we hadn't a chance to visit before. Ville got some competition from a brunette.
I realised that tiles actually make a sweet facade
And we even found a Harry-Potteresque apothocary shop!
Into the Barley Mall (a manor house that was hidden for centuries under a brick facade) and the Lord of the Manor took his place
Supper was served in the great hall
Though not everyone was invited to the head table when Sheila sat down with the masses as she dictated that she "knew her place"
Of course my hubster focused on the floors
built with preposterously thick tiles.
I could have fainted when we went upstairs and saw the exhibition that was one it's last week. COSTUMES FROM HISTORICAL DRAMAS!!!!
Things I learned: Colin Firth was a skinny-butted Mr. Darcy
Alan Rickman is taller than I first thought.
You're never too old to play dress-up
Even Ville got together with me for a "family photo"
and Sheila showed her love for one member of that family
Seeing all those costumes made me feel so much better with my sewing. Here were costumes that helped people win an Oscar and the seams still rolled and weren't perfect!
While we were there we were met with the madness of an English springtime. One second it was raining, the next sunny and we were even met with a deluge of hail off and on for three days.
After three fantastically geeky days it was time to say toodles to York and England until further notice.
But not before ending our journey in the most British of ways with a proper pub meal.
Toodles Sweets - Ariane