Saturday, 1:55 pm, York
I'm sitting in a wireless cafe in York's town center. I want to move in. The food is sooooo good, for a good price, and it's homey and hip and sweet all at the same time. We ended up here after a solid traditional English breakfast (sausage, baked beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, mine without egg) on campus, a walk that involved feeding the campus' black swans from my hand, and finally a drive around and subsequent walk atop the old fortress-like city wall of old York. Now, Andrew has gone off to buy an antique watch and peruse some more shops, and I'm resting my feet, sipping a mocha, and catching up on blogging.
Our trip day before yesterday is worth more detail (and some pics!). We drove from West Linton (the village Andrew's family lives in) through Peebles, Galashiel, Kelso, and Coldstream, headed toward the Eastern coast of Scotland and the North Sea.
We stopped at the River Tweed for a bit and hiked into a field to take pictures.
Then we went on to the coast, driving along roads that, to my eye, could comfortably fit a single car but which in the UK are two-lane, 60-mph roads! (Sorry mom. Be assured that here, every driver on the road is engaging in precision driving. It's astonishing how much better, kinder, and more heads-up the drivers are. Now I understand why Andrew grumbles so at American drivers! We are a rude bunch. Ah, good, I've been away long enough that I'm whinging about home. Grin.)
Our first stop on the coast was Bamburgh castle, which has a "proper beach" behind it.
We even found a barn swallow nest, with four nestlings!
More coast shots (taken further south):
We spent the night at a little B&B in Durham. We saw very little of the city because the B&B was so lovely we just stayed in and rested. Everything was really clean and the couple who ran, Helen and Joe, were delightful.
-Erika
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