Discovering York

Despite us hitting the sack early enough, (It is considered early when nocturnal humans like us doze off by 1 at night) after our adventures from the previous day (which you can read about, HERE) none of us woke up before 11 in the morning the next day. After failed attempts at getting in touch with Alex, we decided to freshen up and head out for a quick breakfast at McDonalds.

I know, so very touristy of us.

As we headed out, unaware of where to find the nearest McDonalds, our trusted Google Maps came in handy. Not only did it lead us towards our food destination but it also allowed us to see a bit more of York albeit with a grey and cloudy sky as the backdrop.

Just as we caught sight of the fast food chain, we had a change of heart and headed towards a pretty in pink cafe that served High Tea.

The cafe was called Bullivan of York and I would definitely recommend it to anyone headed to York. With pastel pink walls and delicately painted porcelain tea pots and cups, lavender hanging from one side of the wall and water paintings decorating the other side, the cafe oozes coziness.

Sullivan of York

While I chose the Cranberry Sauce and Chicken Sandwiches, Mary decided on a Chocolate Scone with Chocolate Cream and a Chocolate Milkshake and Dipa went for the Traditional (Vegetarian) English Breakfast.

Cranberry Sauce And Chicken Sandwiches

Chocolate Scone with Chocolate Cream.

Traditional (Vegetarian) English Breakfast.

Our appetites satiated, we headed out to see more of York. By this time, the sun had decided to come pay a visit which was wonderful since it made our little tour around York brighter and more delightful.

We headed out to visit the York Minster which was basking in its ancient glory and soaking up the sun just like we were.

York Minster

As we walked around, we stumbled across some beautiful sights. It was a treat for the eyes to see such a burst of colours in the landscape of York. I have to say, the winding alleys and roads of York along with the picturesque landscape it is situated in, is one of the many reasons I love the British terrain and its towns.

Dipa who quite enjoys visiting churches and being surrounded by the peace and calm the churches provide, had us following her into one such Church.

Having spent a few minutes taking in the calm and tranquility of the church, we then headed back to the Museum Gardens to soak up the sun and just relax. Once the bugs started to bite and Dipa and Mary screamed one too many times about spiders, we decided to go visit Clifford’s Tower which is all that is left of the York Castle.

Clifford’s Tower.

Funny story while we’re at it. Upon coming across Clifford’s Tower, none of us could fine a way to climb all the way up. So I ran up having noticed grooves trailing all the way to the top of the hill. Just as I reached the top, panting for breath, Dipa and Mary found the staircase. If it hadn’t been for our wonderful observation skills and my lack of patience, I would not have been gasping and gulping down water.

(Note to self: Get back into shape)

We then walked inside only to be enveloped by the history of the castle and the story it housed within its circular walls.

Once we wandered around and had read up on the parchments of information plastered all over the walls of the Tower, we decided to go up to enjoy the view from the top of the tower and boy was it spectacular.

We had a beautiful view of the entirety of York and for a moment, we just stood there, taking it all in, the breeze playing with our hair, annoyingly plastering it across our faces.

( I think…THINK…I could get hired for sarcastic melancholic/poetic statements.)

We then headed for lunch, our ravenous tummies demanding we pay attention to the grumbling. We decided on Chinese food and over ate to the point that we sat there, unable to move for two hours. While Dipa and Mary wiled away the time talking, I made better use of the time and dozed off on the restaurant table for the two hours.

Hey, no one can say I don’t have my priorities in life set straight.

Soon though, it was time to check out and head to the station where we would board the train back to London.

All in all, York was a delightful break from our PhD’s and Masters and the bustling busy life in London and I am glad I got to experience the magic of this town.

From left to right; Dipa, Mary and yours truly.


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