York is a beautiful city – full of half-timbered charm and cobbled-street character.
And it’s even more beautiful in the sunshine. In which we basked during our weekend May Bank Holiday family get together. Bliss.
With family in York, it is the perfect place to stage a reunion – relatively central for everyone to get there (eventually. Sheesh, it’s a fair long ride that) – the Cardiff clan, the Aberdeen clan, the Southampton clan and the London clan.
The weekend was spent enjoying the sunshine – slurping drinks in the evening sunshine, taking long (long) walks with the dog and ambling around central York, appreciating what it has to offer. And of course, as always, lots of questions. Yes, I’m graduating this year, and no I don’t have a “proper” job yet. And no, I don’t have any idea what to do with my life. Please, just let me drink my wine and wallow in my indecisiveness. However, I am going to Australia, so there’s that. Take that.
The city of York is that perfect mixture of modern and old – timber buildings and cobbled pavements taking over the crowd logged streets. And then of course, there’s York Minster. It’s vastness remarkably different from the narrow cobbled streets – a beautifully intricate building and one of York’s most important and beloved historical aspects. And as my Dad proudly points out every time – the huge doors which he once helped to paint. Every. Single. Time.
With its colourful history and vibrant character, York never fails to satisfy me. From its winding streets, to its incredible architecture, to its delicious nutella and banana pancakes, York is a place which features in my top ten British cities.
So with another family get together over for another year, it was time to head back to the bright lights of Cardiff. And to planning a trip to Australia. Looks like that’s happening now I’ve told the whole family. Wish me luck!