We have been watching TV since we arrived in England on Sunday and there have been political comment and debates, but no political advertisements. What a blight they are on us in Australia. They are not needed. We did see cars driving around with big placards, but they were not offensive.
We said farewell to our latest servant, Inge, who tried so hard to please us and was so efficient. We took a train to York, changing at Peterborough, arriving at 10:30am and spending 5 hours renewing our relationship with York and confirming our view that this is the best city in England to holiday in. Along the way we had a closer look at the thousands of solar panels in a farmer's field.
We love the busy station at York, but they made us walk 300 meters to a Left Luggage Shack to save carrying our bags around the town. The price was 5 pounds per bag and we use 4 small ones, but the man took pity on us and only charged for two bags.
Our first impression from the station was of the wonderful city wall and the massive Minster.
We walked around the Minster
and looked once more at the masons at work.
They were using a 2 metre wide circular saw to slice up the slabs. Even Crocodile Dundee would be impressed.
And they had an unusual safety message to impress workers of the dangers.
Here are sample before and after photos of the front of the Minster, showing how badly the repairs are needed.
We took a photo of Bolan's Court where we stayed so conveniently in 2012.
And we had morning tea in the tiny cafe in Little Shambles.
We walked past Betty's famous tea room and for the first time there was no queue.
We spent some time walking atop two sections of the wall.
And we inspected the stone coffins left by the Romans.
We found the Milkshack which has 180 flavours of milkshake to choose from. Lyn had Jamaican Ginger Cake and Malcolm had Lemon Meringue Pie. Both tasted authentic.
It was a three hour train trip from York to Oxford, but after removing a man who was sitting in our seat we had a relaxing trip. It was a kilometer walk from the station to our hotel, the Tower House, which is right next to the University Colleges. Sadly, the place was locked and we had to wait 20 minutes for someone to come and open up and check us in. It is another boutique hotel and we are on the top floor with a 2 meter ceiling. It compares to our garret in Paris from last trip, but has all we need. Just too expensive.
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