Pip has attended her annual conference at York St John University and I went with her, leaving Dublin on Monday morning and returning on Friday evening.
York is a wonderful city. I have been lucky enough to visit three times and I never tire of it. By chance, our Wellington friends Nicky and Richard were also in York so we had a great catchup over dinner at the Lion and Lamb pub.
The north east part of the city, where we stayed and where the University is, is dominated by York Minster. You can spot its towers unexpectedly from many directions. Close by is a significant section of the medieval city wall which can be walked along for some excellent views. We attended evensong and enjoyed the choral performances and the Widor on the organ (thrilling in such a huge stone space) and then went outside to listen to some part-Mexican (so they said) buskers singing old favourites like House of the Rising Sun and Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah using guitar and castanets. Weird, yes, but in a good way, and all this enjoyed sitting on a park bench across from the Minster on a perfect English summer evening. Some of the below photos were taken around 8:30pm – the sun was getting lower and the light turned the stonework to a creamy yellow which looked good against the blue sky.
I am aware that there are two sorts of people in the world – those who are endlessly fascinated by steam locomotives and those who aren’t. All right then, you don’t have to look at the photos from the York Railway Museum and I’ll never know.