So, funny story – having travelled around the world literally on my own without terrible mishap, setting up a new life in a strange country and generally taking the world on full throttle; the last time I went to York I decided to adopt a monastic like way of living.
It wasn’t an entirely intentional new path to follow – whilst vrooming around the Derbyshire countryside on a girls weekend with Kelly earlier that weekend, after a look at the Crooked Spire Church in Chesterfield, we had decided to stop off in Bakewell (they had lured us in with cake – pretty simple to do really…) we had planned to met up with our favorite pinkie-raising Northern/New York (New Yorken?) blogger, Dannielle at Chicadeedee.
I adore Yorkshire. I may be a little biased though – it happens that my distant family are from the friendly climes, and still have a shop on the Shambles – a medieval run of shops in the town centre. A compact city, the grand buildings and incredible Yorkminster makes for a lovely wander on weekend.
Running across a 10k race track (I’m not even kidding, I sorta wish I was) we beelined straight for Betty’s Tearooms, a cake institution not to be missed. Sampling their array of delicacies (check out Danielle’s and Kelly’s beautiful images – but be warned they’ll make you hungry) we marvelled at the line forming around the pretty tea house.
Trying the infamous smiling Rascal, it was at this point that I realised my utter lack of a wallet – cue searching every bag in the car, patting down the surfmobile and panicking slightly about how to get back to London – I began calculating how many dishes I would need to wash.
Amidst much laughter (and cruel threats of being forced to walk all the way home) my kind friends offered to help. Whew!
We went for a wander through the pretty city, stopping off at many of Dannielle’s suggestions – snap happy as ever. Our forks as sharp as the wits possessing them we cupcaked in the shadow of the cathedral, sipped floral tea in beautiful stone archways and watched the process of handmade fudge being shaped.
We also found Japanese netsuke in a pretty antique dealers. As you do.
And you know that ‘when in Rome’ ethos? Well we had to try a Yorkshire pudding, in Yorkshire didn’t we? Best 50p we’ve ever spent.
Luckily my wallet was found by the very kind and super honest Bakewell Pudding shop owners (I had been buying beer for the Mr – remind me never to do that again!) and they popped it in the post for me.
In other news, I would make a terrific monk, shunning all worldly goods and technology in pursuit of a higher calling…