York Part 1

After a very long drive up north, we reached York. Only mad Aussie's would attempt to do our trip. Despite leaving early, and a love/hate relationship with our GPS which meant we made a few wrong turns, we managed to reach York, to find it gridlocked with cars and people. We finally managed to park, find somewhere to get some lunch and find a map so that we could find the Quilt Museum. The roads were full of people - a bit like at the Royal Easter show, but worse. We walked up this street called "the shambles" and it was just that complete shambles.



This is Shambles on Monday - today, not Saturday. On Saturday, this street was packed with crowds of people and it took ages to reach the other end of the street.

After what seemed like ages, we finally found the museum, on this quaintly named street Peasholme Green and Keith left me to browse and drool. It was a magic ninety minutes I spent there. Although a small exhibition in size, the quilts came from all over the world and from different time periods and it was fascinating to see common techniques and ideas being expressed. I was not allowed to take photographs, so I engraved them into my memory and tried to describe them to Keith later. I am sure it was a bit like him explaining to me some of Ricky's ideas.



This is the plaque on the outside to the museum.

York is a marvellous city. The central part is almost completely surrounded by a wall, built by the Romans in 71AD.





After visiting the museum, we headed for where we were staying for the night. A delightful B & B at Claxton, which is near Flaxton, which is where we had dinner at the local pub filled with locals. The meals were enormous. We both had pork shanks which looked like they were for giants, but it was tender and delicious. We enjoyed being away from the crowds of York.