Ted and I were *very* overdue a visit to some dear friends of ours. They live Oop North, you see, and we just hadn’t got ourselves together for far too long. So we hopped on the train to York.
Most of the weekend was taken up with chatting, playing hide-and-seek with the brood, watching a wonderful performance of the Billy Goats Gruff, and other extremely important things. It was blissful.
We did explore the Minster, though – and were so glad, because it’s easy to forget that some of England’s cathedrals are right up there with the best of France and Italy’s.
