I travelled to York this morning - shared a taxi to the station with Liz and Marie-Claude with an hour to spare. I might be a 'just-in-time' traveller at home, but away from home and on my own I am ultra cautious. I ascertained at the station that my train was the Inverness to London train, found the platform, and once the 10.30 train had departed, a seat on which to wait out the hour.
before alighting in York at 1.54 pm with the generous assistance of the on-train attendants.
Even the station is squeezed by stone wall and defences.
The train was on time. A bit busier than the Cheltenham to Edinburgh train, but fine. The scenery was interesting - the train runs within sight of the cliff edge around Dunbar and Berwick-upon-Tweed in the early part of the journey.I caught a glimpse of Durham
The first stop was Newcastle.
It has finally warmed up. The 28C in York feels like Summer. This is where I could do with the sandals and cropped jeans I sent home from Norfolk! I even abandoned my only short-sleeved Tshirt in Edinburgh.
This afternoon I have had a bit of a rest, then got a map and formulated a bit of a plan for tomorrow. The good old hop-on-hop off bus stops close to the hotel, so I think I shall spend tomorrow - and maybe Thursday as well, hopping on and off at the key points I want to visit.
The hotel has a pool and backs on to the River Foss, which flows into the Ouse a few hundred yards downstream. I walked along the river a little to orient myself. It is a quiet place for a bit of fishing
and the nearby footbridge carries a lot of cyclists with views of swans.
I shall overcome my aversion to talking about food long enough to say I had a good dinner tonight- a two ducks entre (smoked and pate - with cherries),