Yesterday I went to York. Suddenly I seem to be able to get out. I had been trying to get there for months and months and yesterday I just went. I just pottered along on the train (about 30 minutes, max) and thought that York station would be an awesome setting for a werewolf and vampire battle.
There are wonderful iron pillars and stairs and arches - too much iron for fairies to take part. I pottered along to the Minster. I'm not a great fan of York Minster. It's run more like a museum than a church and I had to pay £11 to get it. It isn't a bad price if you are relatively local, because that £11 will allow admittance for the next twelve months, but the poor American or Japanese tourist will pay out and not be able to take advantage again.
A service was starting when I got there so I sat in. It was a nice service in a side chapel, but you could hear the tourists in the rest of the building and at one point a tourist from somewhere in South East Asia wandered through Holy Communion to check the panels behind the altar. Western Europeans have been doing the same thing for centuries, so turn about is fair play, but it does show that it isn't perhaps the most religious church. On the other hand, the minister was lovely and very clear that anyone who wanted to take part was incredibly welcome. I got some pics of the outside of the Minster.
Today I had a driving lesson. I got up to 60mph for the first time (no casualties) and I was driving in crazy traffic and switching lanes. I also ended up venturing into the outskirts of Bradford, getting quite close to the town centre. Bradford is notorious for scary driving, at least locally, and I was so glad to be heading out again.
There is a gap at the moment as bear is away, but he is back tomorrow. I'm off to bed now to get some rest before he's back.
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