Missioning back from Brighton, via Liverpool street station to get my bag and off to Kingscross dodging any stations that were having maintenence was a bito f a mission but I made it on time to find my tickets and hop on the train to York. The train was jam packed so I luckily got to sit on the floor, wasn't too bad, occasionally had to smack me own ass to wake it up every so often but at least I could stretch my long slender legs hahaha. 3 hours later i out my feet on solid ground and met my brother Bradley (Bjy) and Nev (Narelle his better half). It was a hop skip and a jump onto another form of public tansport we bused to the flat.
We packed Bjy off to work and Nevy and I toured the town, Nev pointed out all the hot spots and ways for me to sneak in undetected i.e. residents cards, not quite James Bond styles, in the following few days as I toured it no mate Marie styles as Nevy was Nannying for the rest of the week.
After a liesurely sleep in, breaky and a DVD I headed towards the bus stop to head towards town. I couldnt quite understand the bus stop just tok what advice Bjy and Nev gave me and awaited the 12 or 1 bus to pull up. I borderd and requested '1 return ticket to the city centre please' to which the bus driver replied 'you want to go to the other side of the road'. No I was thinking, I am pretty sure I could just walk there I want to go to town, luckily my brain worked faster that my mouth and caught up with what he was saying it was brittish for you take the bus from theother side of the road, so I turned adn retreate to the otherside of the road and correctly boarded the next bus heading in the correct direction.
Today's touring consisted of Clifford Tower and walking half the York wall. Cliffords tower is the only remaining part of York Castle. It was built in 1086 and was named after a dude who was hanged in the castle for committing treason. Anotehr interesting fact is that over (I think) 1000 jews committed suicide by buning themselves alive instead of turning themsleves over to a violent jew hating mob. The tower had pretty good views over York check out the pics!
The York walls - the most intact city walls in all of England and today I walked half of them. They date back to the 12th and 14th century and were built to protect the town and forte and about 2.5miles long so just over 5km. Pretty cool really you can still make out where the moats were, see how they would have s*** arrows and protected themselves during war as well as cruising round the city in a most historical way!!
Today's mission - York Minster and complete the city wall walk! The York Minster is a gothic cathedral built in the 12th century. You wouldnt believe it but a bloomin funeral was taking palce that day was a bit random as tourists were hanging around then the doors of the main chapel area opened up andout flew a casket. Anyway, the Minster is known as the heart of York, as one of its windows, beautiful lead glass windows resembles a heart. My favourite part of this place was the chapter house, wicked floors, the best windows as well as little cothic creatures that were sculpted and hanging out on the walls!!! The Minster also had tombs of arch bishops and sorts burried within the Minster, one of which I really took a liking to and if I were ever going to be buried I have found the headstone I want, except me on it not an old arch bishop, pretty hard case really - see photo's.
York Castle Museum mission - oh my goodness what a cool museum, they had an old school street from the 1930's that actually had people posing as workers during that era in post shops, banks, jails, stores and they even had thuder and lightening and it went from day to night whilst you were looking about. Down stairs in the old prisons cells they have placed projectors of prisoners who existed back in the day telling you how they ended up in prison and what their penalties were, some hanging, some strangulation then burnt at the stake and some just fines or year in prison. I learnt all about the depression and what familes had to survive on and I saw the evolution of toilets, bathing, weddings, funerals and fashion. A highly recommended trip when in York allow yourself 2 - 4 hours.
Entertainment day - For the first time in my life I went to the movies alone, and what does the ticket lady say when I ask for one ticket to Dear John??? 'Just the single is it love?' Hah thats what I said, way to point out the obvious hahah.
Bradley had also booked us in to go and see a play, opening night in York it was called 'The seagull'. Bjy and I had a beer (a HARK beer for me) and awaited Nev to arrive. To start with, Nev got to sit buy some dude who was about 70 odd, seemed to be viewing alone and obviously spent all of his money on his tcket becasue he proceeded to eat it, he got a 2 for one deal a play and a meal in one, eeeew!!! Secondly the play was sooo bizzare! If anyone has seen revolutionary road this is what is was like, no plot, crazy people and little humour, however aftewards we managed to find the humour in how silly it was!!
Roady to Bridlington! A seaside resort town on the sorth sea, situated 1.5hrs North East of York on the North East coast on the North Sea. A huge wide beach, frezzing water, if you want a foot amputation head herein April and stick your foot in the water you will freeze it off!! To warm up we had a huge serving of fish (I had haddock others had cod) and chips, sooo good. I think Bridlington was a bit excessive on the fish n chip shop front with over 30 stores in the town which only has 30,000 residents! We decided some refreshments were necessary on the retun to York so we swung by Sainsbury's and Nev intorduced me to .... ALCOHOLIC GINGERBEER!!! and aple cider that was scrumtious (Not to be confused with scrumpies which tastes like ass and makes you vomit if you are severly hungover!!)
We hit York after a shower and had tea and drinks in town, found small wee nook of a bar and listened to some local music live then cruised on to another pub where we degraded ourselves by playing fingers the drinking game, but for some strange reason we did it with a twist that strange reason as I recall was Bjy Patton who casually sat his backside down and place his finger on a glass of wine that was preloved or not so loved as it was left behind. Yep that is right we played several rounds of fingers with several glasses of beer, wine and spirits that were not ours. The worst thing is Nev stole some, and asked the glassy for help collecting some half empties eeew, was fun at the time though and as you see I am here to tell the tale (so are Bjy and Nev).
Home again home again gigidy gig, until we meet again York!