Greetings Fellow Adventurers!
This Easter, deciding we needed to get out of the house for a few days during the school holidays, we took a trip up north to visit some of our favourite places – York, and North Yorkshire.
Location: Up tut North
Total distance traveled: Approx 600 miles
Total time at the wheel: Lots!
Packets of square crisps eaten: Even more lots!
Having driven to a hotel in Thirsk on Wednesday night after work, we set off bright and early on the Thursday to wend our way to across the moors, ending up in York and then the coast. Our first stop was Kirkham Priory near Malton, Built in 1120 it’s now a fine medieval ruin in a glorious setting by the River Derwent.
After we finished exploring Kirkham we headed into the wonderful medieval city of York. First stop was the much loved (by us) ‘Bagel Nash’ near the Jorvik Centre. This bready cafe is part of a small chain in northern England, and it does the most wonderful filled bagels.
After Lunch, we went to York Minster. Visiting the Minster is like meeting up with an old friend, and we’re always glad to be there. It often seems pleased to see us too, as special things seem to happen while we’re there – this time is was the choir setting up and rehearsing for the Easter Sunday Worship. The sound of the singing in that vast ancient building was breathtaking.
It is a stunningly beautiful building, and well worth a trip to York for this alone. Aside from a minor, yet amusing incident perfectly timed in the acoustically superb Chapter house that we won’t mention (thank you, Nathan!), we had a wonderfully peaceful time exploring and soaking up the very special atmosphere of the place. We can’t wait to go back.
After the minster, we whiled away some time wandering around the streets. We enjoyed the really inventive street performers (loved the ‘plumber drummer’), sampled some of the best chocolate in the world (Monk Bar), basked in the history and the relaxed vibe that is York. It’s a really great city to unwind in.
After a few hours, it was time to move on to see the sea, before my nautically-minded daughter exploded with excitement. We drove to the coast just south of Scarborough. This wasn’t fully planned, as we had intended to go further north towards Whitby, but as we were running out of daylight we headed for the little seaside town of Filey instead, and boy were we glad we did.
Filey was a great little place to visit. A long sandy beach, wonderful cliffs on either side and only a little bit of naff British seasideness at one end of the seafront. When we got there the day was drawing to a close and there was hardly a soul in sight. The tide was just starting it’s outward turn, the horizon obscured by mist, and the full moon lying low in the sky was reflecting on the surface of the sea. We took a stroll along the promenade taking in the sights, and then walked back along the wonderfully flat beach, stopping to play at the waters edge and photographing the moon and a flashing lighthouse in the distance.
As always, the cold wind eventually chased us back to the car, but even then we sat in the Ratmobile with the doors open, eating our picnic tea and watching and listening to the sea until it was dark.
Happy and content, and pretty tired, we headed back across North Yorkshire, back to the hotel, and to bed…