Let’s get back to York! When I left last time, I had touched on the first part of my walk through York’s history, beginning at Micklegate, and, to be honest, not much further. As I mentioned at the end of the post, my next stop was St. Mary’s Abbey in the Museum Gardens so that’s where we’ll pick up. I had been to the abbey ruins previously on a school trip, but I was more interested in being out of the classroom than the story at the time! Returning to it now I can appreciate it more, and despite essentially being a ruin in a park, what the remains represent is fascinating.
As regular readers will know, I am a bit of a history fanatic and it’s fair to say that York is one of Britain’s best cities for those craving a trip through the ages. I was in York over Saturday and Sunday for the BBC History magazine History Weekend, which was absolutely fantastic! I was completely knackered by the time I returned to my B&B on Saturday evening, but it was entirely worth it. Having only the Sunday to spend exploring York meant I had to keep quite rigorously to the schedule I’d created; a schedule which took me on a tour of the city’s highlights. I’ll add it or a map of my route to a future post for anyone to follow in their own time if desired.
We’re back for part two in Scotland’s great capital: Edinburgh. When I left last time I was talking about some of the witchy goings-on throughout Edinburgh’s past, and I want to leap right back into it. So here goes!
Yes, you read that right: two hours. To add a bit of context, I wasn’t really in Edinburgh to sightsee. My family and I were there to see an afternoon performance of War Horse at the Festival Theatre and the two hours was really only a bit of spare time that I didn’t want to waste! Now obviously, it is impossible to see all the best parts of Edinburgh in two short hours, so I had to whittle it down slightly. In the end, while my mum and sister took on Harvey Nichols, my dad and I tackled the Royal Mile.
Take a trip down the western side of Windermere and down a few narrow roads, and you’ll reach Wray Castle. Built in the 1840s, this new-gothic creation was the brainchild of James and Margaret Dawson, a Liverpudlian couple, who moved to the Lake District because, well, why wouldn’t you? Unlike other castles I have visited throughout the course of writing for this blog, Wray is a bit of a fib. It emits an air of old-world majesty and you could be tricked into thinking it was once lived in by Dukes and Earls of times gone by. The tarmac surrounding the building kind of dampens the charm, but it is still quite an imposing construction.
At the end of February, I ventured up to Glasgow for an incredibly brief visit. Obviously, the limited time meant I had to pick my activities very carefully, and after much deliberation, I settled on the Kelvingrove Art Gallery & Museum. It is Scotland’s most visited museum, so clearly it has something going for it!
It has been 20 years since the death of Princess Diana, and although I was too young to remember her, it is easy to see the impact she had, and continues to have, on the lives of many people around the world. To mark the 20th anniversary of her death, the Diana: Her Fashion Story exhibition brings together a mix of iconic and everyday looks worn by the Princess.
The second day of our London trip (we’re back-tracking a bit here…) started with a visit to Kensington Palace. I’d never visited Kensington Palace before, not that I can remember at least; and our hotel was just around the corner which didn’t hurt!
In my last post, I wrote about the first evening of Athletics at the 2017 IAAF World Championships. It was a great night, and if you haven’t caught up yet, you can just hop back a post.
Although the tickets to get into the London Stadium to watch the Athletics did cost money, there were some events, such as the Men’s Marathon that were run on the streets of London and free to watch. Well… most of it, I think. There may have been ‘paying’ areas near to the start and finish areas at Tower Bridge, but I don’t know that for certain, so don’t quote me on that! As it was though, we were in a free-to-watch area along the Embankment, right opposite Cleopatra’s needle.
Every two years, the IAAF (International Association of Athletics Federations) holds the World Championships, a nine-day global event bringing together around 1,800 athletes from about 200 countries. This time round, it was London’s turn to host the Championships, and really our whole trip was based around this event, having bought the tickets many months in advance.