One weekend in February after a tough week at work, I went up to York for a visit…
All the activities I got up to were very English, so I decided to share them with you here! Straight off one train to greet another, which had also just made the trip from London to York – the Flying Scotsman, a famous steam train built in 1923 and one of England’s few surviving examples — hence my excitement above!
We snuck into the York Railway Museum car park where she was quietly puffing away in the cold evening air, waiting for the final half hour before she would go to bed – away from the crowds that had tracked her progress north from London.
We spoke to the engine driver, who told us that their journey had been delayed by 4 hours purely due to interested members of the public trespassing on the line and excited trainspotters who broke all the rules trying to catch a closer look!
You can visit the Flying Scotsman at the National Railway Museum in York from March 2016 – May 2016. And best of all, it’s absolutely free!
Next morning it was up and about in the little town of Pocklington, where my family are based. I was very proud to see this Fairtrade sign outside the church. Pocklington has some lovely little delicatessens which stock local produce, and some amazing walks you can take along the canal that threads away to the south, or up onto the Wolds in the north.
It was so peaceful down by the canal and we rested to watch the swans on the bank among the snowdrops.
Then it was on – past the locks and under the quaint tunnel bridges to the pub at Melbourne.
You can walk the canals from the map that I found here. Scroll down and click on the PDF to view the walk.
Sunday saw the point-to-point at Askham Bryan farm, just outside of York. I love point-to-points, and one of the horses we knew was racing that morning so we went along for some hot chips and a few misplaced bets.
It was a gorgeous day and the horses looked beautiful as they raced around the course.
Most point-to-points aren’t for the fainthearted or fair-weathered! They take place in winter and, as one of my Italian friends described them recently, usually consist of ‘standing in the middle of a muddy field whilst it rains constantly and horses you can’t really see properly run around in circles’.
But it’s great fun all the same. Check out all the point-to-point fixtures in the country here: https://www.pointtopoint.co.uk/fixtures.
We finished the weekend in York as the sun set on a crisp winter’s evening. The river looked like a mirror and George wanted to smoke a cigar, so we wandered along the path and past Clifford’s Tower. The sun lit its walls and daffodils along the banks in dying golden light.
Until next time York!