After the wedding we headed south to York for a day with mum and dad.
I love York, especially the jumble of architecture dating back over 2000 years! Walking around a part of the wall is a must, with it’s views over the roofs and gardens of the old city – grand and humble alike. The Minster (cathedral) is still undergoing renovations (I can’t remember a time it wasn’t!). The Tour de France cycle race had been in York the week before, and there were old bike painted bright yellow everywhere. I also visited a church I’d never really noticed before – St Martin’s. About 1000 years old, St Martin’s was badly damaged by bombing in 1942, but the remaining structure was made safe, whilst the bombed out area became a peace garden. There is a tiny ‘positiv’ organ in a glass case, given as a gift by a German parish.