The Moors of Yorkshire were purple with heather as we drove across them towards York, Castle Howard is about as large as all of Howard and with the Brideshead Revisited connection decided to visit. A guide said the building is a big black hole that just sucks up money. A million pound for the roof, half a million to fix the goldfish pond. It was all a little over the top but I really did enjoy the walled garden with areas for veges, roses and other ornamental plants. We wandered the streets of York around The Shambles, the Medieval part of the old town, and tagged onto a walking Tour, remaining a respectable non-paying distance. The cocking of my good ear towards the guide, drew suspicious looks, so wandered into York Minister just before closing then wandered around it to admire its grandeur. A young stonemason was working in a shed at the side shaping stone for its restoration. We’ll hit the motorway tomorrow and get some miles behind us to spend a few days around the south west. Time is running out!
“The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson