I’m so far behind on my blogging, everything’s out of order, and I just settled into a wonderful Airbnb that has the sloooooooowest Wi-Fi connection. This might be a good time to go on that e-diet I’ve been contemplating! Until then, though, here’s a quick post to get me (kind of) back on track.
I ended up taking a train from Bath to spend four nights in York. Unfortunately, I also caught a nasty cold along the way. It kept me sidelined for a day or two but, luckily, York is compact and easy to tackle at a leisurely pace. It’s also ideally located for exploring the Yorkshire Dales, which I was able to do on my last full day there.
York is filled with loads of medieval goodies including: “The Shambles” walking street that’s lined with 14th century buildings, a massive cathedral, and big chunks of walkable, fortified city walls. Like this …
Although, I think my favorite part of York was actually the incredible National Railway Museum. Like many (all?) national museums in the U.K., admission is free, but I very happily forked over the suggested £5 donation to practically run from room to room marveling at the massive collection of train cars and displays of archived items that spanned generations. I was so excited to be there. I love trains!
While in York, I also stumbled upon the small and lovely Holy Trinity Church that dates from the 15th century. The stone floor was uneven and much lower in certain places. The church also had several boxed pews — the only ones in York — designed to give worshippers privacy and protect them from draughts during the service.
And, or course, I also took that day trip (via coach tour) to the Yorkshire Dales — not to be confused with the Yorkshire Moors. Although, honestly, I still get a bit confused by the distinction. I do know this though: In the dales, property is separated by dry stone walls. Like these …
I’ve read that there are 5000 miles of stone walls in the Yorkshire Dales, some of them dating back centuries. The lack of mortar allows wind to pass through the stones, which helps keep the walls intact.
In the Yorkshire Moors, on the other hand, hedges serve as fences instead of stones. From what I understand, the moors’ landscape is also a bit bleak in places and much scruffier. I’d Google for more clarification, but my internet connection is so slow!
Anyway … when it was time to leave York, I boarded an early Saturday train bound for Edinburgh. The station was so crowded that morning, and the platforms were filled with people disembarking and all dressed up for weddings and hen parties. I was happy for them because the weather in York was beautiful that day, and happy for me because it seemed like an ideal time to leave town!
QUICK STORY: There were only two other travelers on that coach tour of the Yorkshire Dales — a couple from Idaho. York was their favorite city in England, and they’d visited several times. They told me that, whenever they walked through the city center on a Saturday or Sunday morning, they always seemed to encounter shattered glass from store windows on the sidewalk … windows presumably broken by folks who’d partied a little too hardy the night before.
On my walk to the train station on Saturday morning — sure enough! — I came across a broken plate glass window. 🙂
Here are the rest of my photos from York:
And from the Yorkshire Dales: