Showing posts with label York. Show all posts
Showing posts with label York. Show all posts

Sunday, May 13, 2012

6 Strange Things to Do in York

One of the best things about living in King’s Cross is the easy access to trains heading north towards Scotland. We wanted to show our visiting relatives a side of England that you can’t get in London, and decided to take them up to York for the day to experience Ye Olde England.

East Coast trains offer cheap off-peak tickets, provided you book about three months ahead when tickets are released. And the hi-speed service only takes two hours from King’s Cross to York, making it a perfectly accessible day trip from London.

Sunset over the river as we were leaving York

And there’s a lot to do in York once you get there. I did plenty of research to ensure we could make the most of our time, and here’s what ended up on the itinerary:

Sing “The Grand Old Duke of York” at Clifford’s Tower
Clifford's Tower
While there is no real link between York Castle and the nursery rhyme “the Grand Old Duke of York”, the shape of the hill on which it sits is so absurd that I personally found idea of 10,000 men marching up and back down again irresistible. Actually Clifford’s Tower is the most prominent remaining section of York Castle, built by William the Conqueror in 1068 – so it’s a legitimate York attraction and well worth a visit even if you’re too mature to sing about it.


Smell a Viking
Thirty years ago, archaeologists in York excavated the thousand-year old Viking city of Jorvik. Now the site has been developed into a visitor experience that even extends the sensory experience to smells – from the cooking to the latrine. If you’ve been to a Viking centre in Scandinavia then this probably won’t compete, but if it’s your first Viking encounter then it’s a bit of fun – especially with kids.

Have an unusual pub meal
Ever tried rabbit? Or pigeon? The best pub in York is called Black Swan, and it serves both. My pie was roughly the size of my head. I suggest one meal between two.

Paul's rabbit stew
The Black Swan pub

Echo in the chapter house at York Minster
The Chapter House roof
The English really know how to make a glorious cathedral, and this gothic one is a must for anyone visiting York. Entry is expensive, but don’t let that put you off: it’s worth it. The climb to the top is not for the faint hearted, but the view is spectacular. However the highlight for me is the amazing acoustics in the 800 year-old round Chapter House. When you’re alone, stand in the centre and sing. The echo is the best I’ve ever encountered! We were in the second verse of Barbara Ann before we got snapped by a confused looking attendant.

View from the top of York Minster
Wander the York Shambles
The old town of York still feels like it’s haunted by the ghost of Guy Fawkes, probably because some of the buildings in the Shambles date as far back as the fourteenth century. The creaky Tudor buildings make the leaning tower of Pisa look positively ordinary - and it wouldn't be hard to believe that this street is where we get the word 'shambles' from (though it isn't).

Relax in a Ruined Abbey
St Mary’s Abbey oozes history. I lay on the grass for over half an hour, staring up at the ruined arch windows and imagining the 800 years of history. The surrounding gardens are lovely too, and we were delighted to see scurrying squirrels everywhere.
The ruins of St Mary's Abbey
We left feeling as though we had experienced about as much of York as you possibly could in one day. And we were home before 9pm! 

It was a surprisingly easy day-trip, and one I would highly recommend for visitors to London who are short on time but still keen to see more of England.

Monday, April 25, 2011

ANZAC in York

Our accommodation in Bradford was amazing. We think it's because nobody really goes there... otherwise it would have been way above our price range!

Yep, that's where we stayed.
When we were ready to leave Bradford, we hopped back into the dreaded manual and headed to another address Paul's granny had lived at. Unfortunately we had trouble finding it, but we got to see some cute little Yorkshire villages along the way.

The dreaded manual.
York is meant to be one of the coolest cities in England, so we decided to go an hour or two out of our way to spend the last day of our roadtrip there. We weren't disappointed - it's a great little Medieval city, where you can see the former perimeter of the thousand year old castle.

It's home to Yorkminster, the cathedral Lonely Planet calls the best in the UK.

All the houses and shops look straight out of the middle ages.

One of the former entrances to the castle still stands over the road. It still has spiky gates too.

One of my favourite things after our afternoon in York was the parking officers. We were more than an hour late back to the car, and rocked up right as a guy in a funny hat was scribbling down our details. I smiled sweetly and told him we had gotten carried away because York was so beautiful. He smiled and said "orrite, orrite, yer on yur whey thun", or something to that effect. Naturally, I stalled when we tried to drive away.

All through the English countryside there are these yellow fields. I don't know what they are, but I loved driving past them.  
Almost halfway home from York is Nottingham. Our trusted Lonely Planet told us the oldest Inn/Pub in England was here, and Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem really was worth a visit! The back of it is cut into the stone hill behind it, which is below the castle. It's famous because the crusaders stopped here on the way to maraud and pillage the east. It was established in 1189. Kind of a bizarre feeling being in a place with so much history. I wonder if Robin Hood ever dropped in for a pint?



We couldn't afford to eat as well as drink, so on the drive back to London we munched on some ANZAC biscuits I had managed to find. It was a nice reminder of home.


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