Day 34-35 - York

The grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again.

And when they were up, they were up,
And when they were down, they were down,
And when they were only half-way up,
They were neither up nor down.

Sad but true I abby kerr just sat through a rousing rendition of this nursery song. I think these ladies are pretty special...

How to get to York from Cambridge weeeeellllll after carefully researching it on the internet, we planned to backtrack to the Kings Cross Station and try for a cheap last minute ticket. Oh how we learnt a lesson. Let’s just say we got to know in intimate detail the transit lounge at Kings Cross.

York is a rambling picturesque city (it has a cathedral) with a small town feel.

After our small hiccup and late arrival the night before we set out to explore what York had to offer starting with breakfast horray for supermarkets and 2 for 1 deals! We ate our lunch on the medieval city wall that surrounds the city centre. According to our informative taxi driver from the night before it is 2.5 miles long and you could walk most the way around on it if you were so inclined. We were not inclined to do so instead we delved into small alleyways containing a myriad of shops. Big ones, small ones and some some big as our head? Lots of pretty and crafty things to buy and overload our bags with so they had to stay on the self. Ultimately the plan was to locate the Shambles, as we were advised by “lovely old couple” from St Pauls to find.

Eventually we found the area with very claustrophobic streets, the upper storeys on either side of the street closing and leaning in on each other leaving a small glimpse of the summer sky between them.

We left too soon I think but we were booked to head to Newcastle, so there we headed.