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Last day: York to Romford. York is famous for it's Viking heritage and Jorvik Viking Centre, the York Minster, and for expensive parking. We partook in all three.
This is the castle in York. We scheduled the blue sky ahead of time (unlike the Lake District), and so we had some beautiful weather.
This is the Jorvik (Viking for York) Centre. Specifically, you enter the museum/exhibition onto a glass floor with the recommendation: "no stiletto heels" (perhaps those people fall through the grass?). The museum is great at detailing the entire history of the Viking occupation (regime change?) right up until "Eric Bloodaxe" (circa 885 to 954). Another great name, along with, for example, "Edward the Hammer of Scotland". Perhaps we can do the same for Obama? "Obama the Healthcare Reaper"? Perhaps not.
Here is Gordon riding around the exhibition on the authentic Viking hanging railway thingy. Not sure why they do this.
And here is one of the moving scenes. It was a, er, really, er, moving experience?
OK, I can't say too much about this that isn't in the caption. Perhaps just the first sentence: "A very rare find - a human stool". Such pleasant times those Viking years, huh!
Oh what a Shambles this street is! Gordon and I really, really thought about buying wool from the Ramshambles York Wool Shop for our wives. We even talked about colour, gauge, ply, etc. and then decided we were entirely out of our depth. Sorry.
This is York Minster, busy doing Rememberance (i.e., UK Veteran's Day) Sunday services. It looks a lot better when not on fire.
And finally, here is Gordon back in Romford at the kitchen table with lots of children and parents that are not his (or mine... the children that is). Hunger beats noisy family, so Gordon was just fine!
Last day: York to Romford. York is famous for it's Viking heritage and Jorvik Viking Centre, the York Minster, and for expensive parking. We partook in all three.
This is the castle in York. We scheduled the blue sky ahead of time (unlike the Lake District), and so we had some beautiful weather.
This is the Jorvik (Viking for York) Centre. Specifically, you enter the museum/exhibition onto a glass floor with the recommendation: "no stiletto heels" (perhaps those people fall through the grass?). The museum is great at detailing the entire history of the Viking occupation (regime change?) right up until "Eric Bloodaxe" (circa 885 to 954). Another great name, along with, for example, "Edward the Hammer of Scotland". Perhaps we can do the same for Obama? "Obama the Healthcare Reaper"? Perhaps not.
Here is Gordon riding around the exhibition on the authentic Viking hanging railway thingy. Not sure why they do this.
And here is one of the moving scenes. It was a, er, really, er, moving experience?
OK, I can't say too much about this that isn't in the caption. Perhaps just the first sentence: "A very rare find - a human stool". Such pleasant times those Viking years, huh!
Oh what a Shambles this street is! Gordon and I really, really thought about buying wool from the Ramshambles York Wool Shop for our wives. We even talked about colour, gauge, ply, etc. and then decided we were entirely out of our depth. Sorry.
This is York Minster, busy doing Rememberance (i.e., UK Veteran's Day) Sunday services. It looks a lot better when not on fire.
And finally, here is Gordon back in Romford at the kitchen table with lots of children and parents that are not his (or mine... the children that is). Hunger beats noisy family, so Gordon was just fine!
"Hi! Do you have any lace-weight Shetland wool? Enough to make a shawl please."
ReplyDeleteAnd well done Gordon for entering the Middleton Feeding Frenzy, and at the table, no less!