4/11/92:
During breakfast we discussed the driving distance (about 90 miles) and time and decided that we had better plan on two days with an overnight stay. Lynne called York and arranged a B&B at Blossoms L18 per adult with full English breakfast, we all agreed that sounded good. Lynne, Phyl and I went to the Auction and participated. I got an old oval back side chair (minus cane seat) Doug & Lynne will bring it home and I'll refinish and seat it for them. I also got a small unframed oil painting. We were back at the house, had lunch, packed overnight bags, snacks and drinks and started for York. Sunny day and warm!
Arrived at Blossoms in York about 5 p.m., took bags to our rooms, Doug and Lynne had one large room, Phyl and the girls another and I took the little room looking out on the garden three stories below. Refreshed we started our tour up and over Bootham Row (4 lanes) on elevated foot bridge we traversed Bootham Row to Petergate, inside we climbed stone steps to reach the walk along the old wall that was the city's defense line in ages past. The Views were outstanding. York Minster dominates the whole area and is complemented with many other edifices of like age and charm, if not size. We walked down and back around to the entrance area of the Minster perfectly kept green lawns and acres of daffodils everywhere we looked. The tower and Wall were closing so we went to Bootham Bistro, the restaurant recommended by the lady at Blossoms.
The Bistro is evidently a favorite of the neighborhood, as we heard a lot greeted by name. The largest tables were for 4 persons and only two of them were free. Doug Lynne and girls took one and Phyllis and I the other. Our waitress shortly asked if two ladies could join us we said we'd be glad to have them. The mother, Scottish, she said had come down from Newcastle for the weekend with her daughter (about 20 years old). We had a most enjoyable time visiting; my only anxious moments when Phyl, in her less than quiet voice, wanted to discuss the Irish problems, the elections and I wondered "who's listening".
My fish & chips (served on a plate) with peas as a vegetable was very good. Peach melba for dessert and coffee came to L7, very reasonable. Phyl had the Yorkshire pudding, a lamb stew in a pastry as large as the dinner plate. After paying our bills, we walked back to our room to relax for the evening. All of a sudden, Phyl discovered her purse missing - a thorough search of all three rooms failed to turn it up and she was nearly in a panic, she wanted Lynne to walk back with her to the Bistro, but Lynne said she and Doug could go faster. In a bit they returned, missing purse in hand. When they walked into the restaurant our waitress (at least 70 years old) said she knew they'd be back and reached under the counter for Phyl's purse. She said our table companions saw it as they were getting up to leave, they couldn't remember where we were staying but knew we had said we were in the neighborhood. Very thoughtful, kind people.
Christie and Joanne were watching one of their programs on TV, so Phyl came in my room and we had a cup of coffee (maker and packets supplied in the rooms). Watched The Masters until about 11p.m. All settled down for a good nights' sleep to be up early for sightseeing tomorrow.
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