Smashing trip to York with Angela, stayed on a pretty CL all enclosed in a glade, with a small pond and cute ducklings.
Arrived Friday and spent the evening sitting out in the summer evening, gassing and sipping G&T until late.
Due to a slight mis-calculation on gin quantities, rose very late and 'feeling peaky' so wolfed down a cooked breakfast before heading in to town on the bus.
Spent a day in the sun on a river trip, in the museum gardens and roaming the Shambles.
Struggled with my feminist credentials while watching the parade of young women in miniskirts teetering along in OUTRAGEOUS heels on the cobbled stones. The devil on my shoulder was shouting 'they're dressed like whores and will break their ankles and it's only lunch time!' and the angel whispered 'leave them be you hypocrite, women can do and wear what they like - that's feminism for you'. Still not sure who wins the debate, must be my Methodist upbringing.
Sunday we headed off to Fountains Abbey which looked fantastic under clear blue skies.
Home to find my favourite son called David watching the footie, so had a nice catch up.
Spent a day in the sun on a river trip, in the museum gardens and roaming the Shambles.
Sunday we headed off to Fountains Abbey which looked fantastic under clear blue skies.
