The journey to York was very straightforward, straight down the A1(M). We arrived at York International Youth Hostel at 5 p.m., after a slight deviation. I imagined that Debbie would be too tired after the long drive to go anywhere so I settled on having a meal at the hostel. However, Debbie was keen to see as much as possible so we did a 20 minute walk into the city via the banks of the River Ouse and finally came to the city walls. I have been to York many times before but never via the river so it was a very pleasant change.
First stop was to find somewhere to eat so we looked for a good pub menu and found one at the Three Legged Mare (cant remember if that was the name but it sounds good) offering two courses with a glass of wine thrown in for 10 GBPs. The pub was rich in atmosphere with beer barrels everywhere and brass things hanging off the walls. We ordered king prawn cocktail as a starter being a reminder of home but we both looked at each other and laughed at the size of the 'king prawns' which were not much bigger than my thumb nail. Debbie gave a very gentle complaint to the waitress that we came from Australia, the prawn country of the world, and these where definitely not king prawns. The waitress was not impressed, sniffed and walked away. I had a curry something with spinach which I had to send back as the frozen spinach was still chilled. Not to worry, the wine was great and after two glasses we didn't care.

After our final continental plus cooked breakfast, we walked back into the city and were immediately recruited for the red tour bus which we ended up doing twice. York is not that big.
We hopped off to amble down The Shambles which must be one of Britain's must see little streets. According to the tour bus operator it was originally built to accommodate the butchers of the city so the street was built close together so that the sun would not be able to penetrate and spoil the meat in the shop windows. Amazing what you find out on these tour buses!

The lure of a quaint little tea shop in The Shambles caught our attention with a special on toasted-tea-cake and a pot of tea. We were hooked, and pleasantly surprised by a lovely courtyard garden at the back of the shop.
We discovered York Minster again and had a brief look inside. We decided not to pay an admission fee this time as time was running out and we still wanted to walk round the city walls. But once again we were awestruck at the magnificence and splendour of the building which is still very much a place of worship.

The Roman walls survived into the 9th century when, in AD 866, York was by the Danish Vikings. The Vikings buried the existing Roman wall under an earth bank and topped with a palisade – a tall fence of pointed wooden stakes. The wooden palisade was replaced in the 13th and 14th centuries with the stone wall we see today.

In the seventh century, known as Eoferwic, it was the chief city of the Anglo-Saxon King Edwin of Northumbria and, two centuries later as Jorvik, it became an important trading centre for the Vikings.
The city was ravaged by William the Conqueror, but by the Middle Ages it had again become an important commercial centre.
In the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries Tudor and Stuart kings were among its visitors, in Georgian times it was the social capital of the north, and in the 19th century, with the coming of the railway, its industrial future was assured.
Today, while trade and industry are still important, it is the preservation of its long and varied history which has brought it world fame. For here, visitors can not only hear about England's history, they can actually see it and walk in it. York is truly ageless - a city for all time and all people and as the last destination of our tour before returning to Cambridge and work it was a wonderful finale to a truly wonderful trip.
Before I emigrated to Australia I lived in England, a country rich in history, humour and hospitality. Why would I leave such richness behind and live in a country on the other side of world? All I can say is that I am glad I did as it is my observation that generally speaking the British people are quite blind and indifferent to the wealth of their heritage. Viewed through the eyes of foreign tourists it is a different world altogether. And isn't that the dilemma of us all. We don't value something till we lose it or are at risk of losing it and only then do we 'see' things as they really are.
Last year the Bishop of York called Christian England to 'wake up'. I agree, because the freedoms, so fiercely fought for over the past two thousand years, are at serious risk of being lost forever. What will it take I wonder, yet another war, or.... perhaps another John Wesley.