Monday we spent the day down in York. I love York; have done since I was a child. This time was special because it was the first time I took the girls there.
The day was lovely and sunny so we ate a lunch al fresco, each choosing from different food vendors, wandering the streets and just enjoying life. Then it was off to the Minster as it really must be seen, inside and out.
The Minster is magnificent. I am lucky that the girls are quite happy to go places like this. Not sure what I would do if and when I get the eye rolling and groans of agony at the very suggestion of visiting places of historical interest. What age does this happen? Can I hope that they are missing that gene?
We spent ages exploring the nooks and crannies. Then the girls and I (not my mother who opted to go have a nice cup of tea, wise woman) headed up to the top, climbing all the stairs to admire the view and the architecture from a very different angle.
If you ever have the chance to go to York do not miss the opportunity. I fully appreciate the fact that I have the privilege to live in a country steeped in history and do not take that fact for granted. Passing my love for these things on to my children is such an added bonus.