Confession time: I don’t know if I liked York or not.
There I said it. I confess.
I need to also point out that I didn’t hate the city, I just don’t know if I would go back in a hurry.
It was probably my own fault for having such high expectations.. like HUGE ones. I think after all the hype I expected there to be some kind of defining moment from the minute I drove into the city.
That ‘angels singing on high’ moment.
But there wasn’t and I was kind of disappointed.
So to give you some kind of background about why I had these expectations:
If you are a regular reader of my posts, you may know that my dad passed away some years ago. I was very close to the my dad in his latter years but I think I’d always been a kind of ‘daddy’s girl’. When I was little he would bounce me on his knee and sing “The Grand Old Duke of York” to me – he did it to all the grandkids too and we even sung it at his funeral!
Anyhoo, when I found out there was an actual York in England I wanted to go and visit the Grand Old Duke. When I found there was no ‘Grand Old Duke’ I still wanted to go because I had this romantic image of York itself. This didn’t abate as I researched York more and found out about the Minster and The Shambles.
Fast forward to February 2017 and the 9th anniversary of my dad passing away (yes very poignant), I finally got to visit the city for myself…
It’s a nice place. Really it is. The town centre is very compact and easy to get around. The Shambles is cute, though a bit crowded. The Minster has amazing stained glass windows. I had an amazing view from my hotel room. People are really friendly and for my first day in the city, I actually had nice weather.
But there was just something missing and I have yet to put my finger on it.
Maybe it was because it was the end of my journey and I was trying to prepare myself for the long trip back to Australia. Maybe if I had started the trip in York and ended in London, then things might have been different.
Who knows really. But I did take photos…