We'd booked our train tickets for 10 o'clock Friday morning the 13th. Fortunately luck was with us and we travelled well in our Virgin first class carriage.
On our way through early morning Edinburgh we stopped at a little coffee shop I've been following. The Milkman was just a short walk from our accommodation and not far from the railway station. We enjoyed some of the best coffee that we've had so far in Europe made by a passionate barista who put every care in to making each and every coffee...even Chris's flat white...a rarity in these parts.
Once settled on the train and heading south east; first along the Firth of Forth and then beside the wild North Sea; our cabin attendant provided us with our hot cooked breakfast of choice. Breakfast done & dusted it was then time for a sweet snack...muffins, biscuits etc etc and more tea...Perfect!!!! Stuffed!!!!
We arrived in to a dreary, damp and cold, windy York. Lugged our suitcases through to the old town and our hotel, Guy Fawkes Inn. A place steeped with history and more than a few stories to tell, I'm sure. Our room was said to have been the birth place of Guy Fawkes himself. A notorious character who, with a bunch of his English Catholic associates planned to assassenate the Protestant King James by blowing up the Houses of Parliament on the 5th November, 1605. Their plan was foiled and a number of the conspirators were caught red handed, tried and found guilty. Their punishment to be hanged and quartered. Brutal.
Much of York has a tough and gruesome medieval history but, for us now it is a quaint and pretty place to visit. Filled with Tudor style architecture, much of which is a little rickety and a little crooked it was a unique experience. Good food, interesting history, pretty river.
