When we landed in York, we easily found our way to the front of the station (dragging along way too much luggage and one of the suitcases developed a "limp" as one of the wheels busted) and caught a "too small" taxi for all of our luggage. The taxi driver however, was easy going, jovial and put the suitcases in the back and left the trunk ajar because it couldn't close. We squeezed our way through the small streets (which were under road construction) and settled in front of the most quaint little street with row houses. At first we didn't know where our Inn was but we saw a small sign that said, "Hazelwood Inn" and once inside the iron gates, we found the sweetest little bed and breakfast Inn where Carolyn showed us the breakfast area (included in the price and Tom loves those meals best) and finally to our room which was on the third floor - stairs only - good exercise during this stay especially since we had to haul all of those heavy suitcases up all those stairs.
Our room was warm and ready for us and it wasn't long before we were out the door to explore York. We were guided by Carolyn to the Gillygate pub for supper and it was my first try at England's fish and chips (really fries). Yummmmmy! Tom had pork roast with more potatoes and carrots than a family of 5 could eat. Angela had "jacket potatoes" or our baked potato and a salad. We took a bit of a walk after dinner to move that food on down the digestive track and headed back to our room where Angela and I found the hot tea maker and shortbread biscuits waiting. Nothing like a warm cup of peppermint or herbal tea to help settle that food in your tummy.
Angela drew a bath and soaked for quite a while - then it was my turn - ahhh - it was a nice end to our day! We are eagerly awaiting our trip to Thirsk tomorrow (home of the author James Herriot - his pen name - real name: Alf Wight). See pic above of Tom driving on "the wrong side of the road" - will we make it to Thirsk in one piece? I hope so!
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