I really should run away from home more often. I had a great time! (Ooops! Helen just read that opening sentence and is less than impressed.)
I would also like to be able to show you tons of photos from my weekend escape, but I was having too much fun to remember that I had a camera. I did take some photos in York. Sorry to everyone who suggested that I go to the Quilting Museum there. We didn't. Francine is not a quilter. We wandered, peeked in the minster, wandered more, ate. I love walking around York and at this time of year the numbers of tourists was decidedly low so it was easy to just meander about.
|The markets were flourishing in the lovely weather.|
|If you have never been to York,|
it is one of the prettiest of English cities with
so many medieval buildings intact.
|I love the mellow colour of the stone used to build York Minster.|
|The minster is in a constant battle to maintain or replace|
the stonework while keeping the integral character of the building.
You can just see new carvings in the bottom right of this photo.
|This ceiling is new,|
replaced after a huge fire in 1984.
|Not a bad spot for a resting place.|
|York Minster is one of the most beautiful cathedrals in Europe in my opinion.|
Then it was fish & chips in Tynemouth followed by time in town. Which led to a night out in the Bigg Market. Yeah right! We were in the Bigg Market but by the looks of things I had on far too many clothes to be out in the clubs. Just the fact that I was wearing a jacket was enough to mark me out as 'too old'. We did have a fabulous dinner out in a Greek restaurant though. Flirting harmlessly with Greek waiters is a great way to keep me amused as well.
Sunday we strolled the length of Long Sands Beach in Tynemouth, sat and enjoyed a morning coffee in the beach cafe and then went home where my mum served up a cooked breakfast/brunch. Heaven! Then I had to drive home again.
You may wonder how himself and the girls fared together. They did great. And on Sunday the three of them hiked to the top of Kinderscout in the Peak District. They were happy but knackered when they returned. Himself was so thrilled that they had both done the walk so well and I was happy that they weren't climbing the walls waiting for me to come home.
All is well in our household. This is good!