The plan was to visit Newby Hall and Gardens but by the time I had driven there it was a few minutes to early to go in so I drove on to Ripon because it was almost time for a mid morning cuppa. I was tempted by a rather colourful display of cup cakes in one of the teashop windows and just had to go in. Along with my tea and cup cake I was given a copy of the Times to read, I must have looked a bit more intellectual than the other customers.
Whilst in the tea shop the mizzle had now turned to torrential rain, so a quick change of plan was in order and I headed back to York in order to visit the Castle Museum. I can’t say the journey back was very pleasant because it was too rainy to see the scenery. I dropped the car back off at the hotel and rather than walk all the way into town decided to have lunch in the Castle Museum. Unfortunately the cafe was closed due to the refurbishment that is taking place in the museum. Next stop was the National Trust cafe whose kitchens were closed due to an art exhibition that was taking place there. Do you detect a theme here? Eventually a suitable place for lunch was found, although I declined on the food front (I was still full of cake) and just had a cup of tea.
By this time it had mostly stopped raining and because the castle museum was on the opposite side of town by now we were onto plan C of things to do. This turned out to be walking around two segments of the town walls and visiting Clifford’s Tower. Those of you who know York well will know that by this time I was back by the Castle Museum, but a visit there was saved for another day… It was the day of the carnival and it was nice just to soak up the atmosphere in town before going back to the hotel for dinner.
By the time the original Latin had mutated to Eebygum, we Northerners were happy as swine in mud. When the Vikings arrived they promptly renamed the place Jorvik because it translates to ‘town of pigs’.
Save us, oh Lord, from the wrath of the Norsemen!
I think sticking to Eebygum is much more appropriate!
I am (originally) a northern lass myself, but not quite so far north
Will you give us the tale of Clifford’s Tower? Also, any signs of fire still in the Minster?
Some tales from Clifford’s Tower are in the pipeline. There are far too many for me to blog about them all. The Minster also features in my future blog posts (no signs of fire).
I just adore that tower, I think I have a”thing” for towers. When we lived in Ireland I longed to live in a Martello tower.
Towers and turrets are so imposing I think they just capture the imagination
We visit York regularly, so next time you are up this way let us know & we’ll meet up for a cuppa eh?
That sounds like a great idea