Oh yeah three days in York! Well sort of. Our train home wasn't until nearly 2pm so we still had half a day to go. We had to pack up and carry everything with us. I don't know if I've mentioned our fabulous new wheely case 1 2 but this was fine. We had a plan to "do" the city walls, so joined at the bit nearest to us, and followed the wall all the way round the city. It was nearly 5km in the end, more than we thought. Good exercise and a nice view of the city, we should have done this first.
We went back to Spark for the vegan dirty fries. Walking right round the walls meant we were back at the start, so had to walk back through the centre again to get there, but it did mean we could go past Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma Gate. Shortest street in York with the best name.
I had the dirty fries, they were quite good. I had built them up too much in my mind I think, they couldn't possibly live up.
We booked the railway museum too before heading home, but just ran out of time. I did an actual booking online and made a voluntary contribution, because I'm the big man like that. I think this gives me the right to go next time without doing the charity bit.
Train back to London, and oddly our reserved seats are in the first class section... Clare asked, and yeah, there's about to be an announcement, all reservations are cancelled, we definitely can't sit in first class, the layout of the train is all wrong. We just had to walk back down the train and try and find some unreserved seats with everyone else. It worked out just about ok, though there were still people sitting with a bag on the seat next to them even as everyone is scrabbling for someone to park their butt for the two and a half hour journey back. We did find four seats within sight of each other if not actually together, it was OK. I feel I won at this journey though, I am the best, I found a discarded copy of The Observer in Starbucks right before getting on, which was enough to entertain me all the way back.
The journey was fine, we had a Nandos at Kings Cross before our next train, and we were all home again by about half six.
What a lovely trip.
5k: Five km, about three miles in old money.
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