As K was off with her Dad this morning, I was left to my own devices. The other members of Heartbeat were going on a walk from Mirfield along the canal where they planned to have lunch in the Railway Inn, one of my personal favourite venues. We haven’t been able to go with them on a walk for quite some time owing to my treatment, so I was upset that I wouldn’t be able to go with them on this walk. Not wanting to waste such a glorious sunny day, I decided to do a solo walk. Setting off from the flat and walking through the cemetery at the side of our estate, then Finkil Street and then down Catherine Slack, up Whinney Hill and back home thereby walking in a rough sort of square.
As K was off with her Dad this morning, I was left to my own devices. The other members of Heartbeat were going on a walk from Mirfield along the canal where they planned to have lunch in the Railway Inn, one of my personal favourite venues. We haven’t been able to go with them on a walk for quite some time owing to my treatment, so I was upset that I wouldn’t be able to go with them on this walk.
Dragged out today on some lame brained pretext that I needed (or the world might end) a new pair of grey trousers from Marks and Spencer’s by my ‘money no object’ daughter, but at least it gives me something to write about. I haven’t been feeling too well following this last chemo session, it has taken me far longer to ‘come round’ and so blogging took a back seat in the list of things to occupy my time. Sorry about that. Anyway, onto the shopping trip. As many will be aware from previous posts, although we are all led to believe that the shopping trip is entirely for my benefit, its strange how it always ends with K arriving home with more purchases than I.
After an early morning discussion following breakfast and with due regard to the weather, we decided to walk down to town and enjoy a lunch at Wetherspoons. It had been raining earlier so we erred on the safe side and wrapped ourselves in our raincoats just in case. We set off at about 11.30, and were in no particular hurry to arrive at our intended destination, hence the rather long chat with one of our acquaintances on the way. We journeyed in a rather haphazard fashion, not walking directly down to town, but taking in our local library so that I could take some photos of the building and the surrounding gardens.
Right outside the Railway Museum, you can board a road train which transports you to the Minster. As K is always reluctant to walk and I needed to reserve my energy, we gladly took advantage and boarded it to ride to the Minster. It only costs £2 per adult, so well worth it, and unlike our previous trip on a road train in Bridlington, there were no wet seats or rain lashing into the carriages either! On arriving at the stop outside the Minster, I gazed up to see it peeking through the summer clothed trees. I think its the very first time I have been able to take pictures of York Minster in glorious sunshine!
Yesterday we went to York. My all time favourite City and the only one I would ever consider moving to. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, our journey there and back enjoyable, K bought the usual obligatory t-shirt of the Flying Scotsman from the Railway Museum so she was happy, I resisted the temptation to buy yet another fridge magnet so I was pleased that I still have some willpower left, we enjoyed a Caesar salad for lunch and two, yes two ice creams in the midday sun, we discovered the Treasurer’s House tucked behind the Minster, and I took some fabulous pictures of it all, so here they are the best of the bunch for you all to enjoy!