Eleven: York City (06/03/09 - 07/03/09)

Well, that was a first - scraping me windows with a squeegee before setting off...I suppose He knew what he was doing, but I thought I looked cool with frosted glass. Another thing...they didn't even bother to put water in my tank, despite loading up with clothes and food...have they lost it??

We went south down the A19 and I thought to myself "Osmotherley here we come" but no, after he had taken a pic of something they called the Transporter Bridge in Middlesbrough (which they'd only get me on if they blindfolded and gagged me first!) we went straight past the turn off for Osmotherley without even a sideways glance.

We then quickly skirted Thirsk and travelled on to York, where they parked me up at a place called Rawcliffe Manor Caravan Park next the the Lysander Arms pub. Oh Joy - my first super pitch - I must be doing something right for them to treat me this way - ehu and water right next to me and my own rubbish bin. Having said that, the view I had was not that inspiring...houses all around me...but it is in the suburbs of York. Him and Her were extra efficient in parking me up, hooking me up and then donning coats and heading off for what they said was a ten minute walk to the 'Park-and-Ride' - I thought that was what they had just done with me...but I suppose that was ride-and-park!

About six hours later they came back, dropped off some bags and then left me to go and drink mucky beer in the aforementioned Lysander Arms. Not too long later (they couldn't have had time for more than a couple of pints) they came back and told me all about their day in York.

They saw a busker playing an upright joanna and wondered how he managed to carry it home when he had finished playing the blues, had an excellent breakfast with real tasty sausages in the Little Shambles Tea Room and then a look round some shops before a visit to York Minster, including a climb up all 275 steps of the central tower, for fabulous views across the city and the surrounding countryside.

They also talked about how, having gift-aided their entry fee they now had access to the Minster and Tower for the rest of the year free. On the way back She bought a new pair of boots but left her scarf in the shoe shop somewhere near here.

They went back to the shop, but it had closed while they had been in the Golden Fleece drinking mucky beer, so they had to leave it there.

Saturday, bright (well, slightly overcast) and early they got up, and cooked breakfast (well, She cooked it - He just buttered the bread!), ate it, washed up and then set off to retrieve the abandoned scarf. This time, they walked into the city along the river, saw lots of students messing about in boats (well, racing in coxless pairs, coxed fours and eights - he's obviously been looking at a rowing website to be able to tell me all this), retrieved the scarf, bought some orchids from Newgate Market and then got the bus back and we set off for home shortly after midday as He had to go to something called 'The Match" - and there was me thinking the red'n'white stripes he was wearing were just a sign of his bad-taste in clothing. Before we set off, however, She stuck hearts on my windows - it must be love, love, love.