Churches - St. Martin-le-Grand
by yooperprof
This is actually only the south aisle of what was once a much larger church. However, it was damaged by a bomb during World War II (yes, the Luftwaffe did make it to York), and a significant part of the structure could not be salvaged. However, what was left behind was "choice".
Simon Jenkins gives Martin-le-Grand two stars, and calls the splendid "St Martin" window (which dates from 1437) "among the best preserved examples of late Gothic glass in England. . . How did it escape a museum?"
There is a Victorian-era clock "announcing" the church on Coney Street. Jenkins calls it garish, but I like it anyway.
Statue - William Etty, R.A.
by yooperprof
William Etty, R.A., (1787-1849) was born in York. Studying with romantic artists like Henry Fuseli and Thomas Lawrence, Etty became a member of what might be called the fleshly school of historic painters. Frankly, I don't think his work is good or interesting, but there's plenty of it scattered around Britain. Apparently the York Art Gallery here (behind him) has an extension collection - perhaps another reason why it's generally not very high on the list of things to do in York.
But the statue is nice.
Recipe: Yorkshire spice loaf
by ATLC
Spice Cake was often baked at Christmas time, but has become an all-year-round favourite. This no-knead recipe is an easy way to recreate an old-fashioned and delicious yeast based cake.
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350 g strong flour
125g butter
1 beaten egg
90g sugar
250g currants or other dried fruit
25g mixed peel
2tsp dried yeast
200 ml milk (warmed)
1/2 tsp each of cinnamon, nutmeg and mixed spice
pinch of salt.
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Whisk yeast and 1 tsp sugar into milk and leave for 15 min. until fermenting well. Sift together flour, spices and salt, then rub in butter. Stir in remaining sugar and dried fruit. Beat egg into yeast mix, and stir into flour mixture to make a soft dough.
Put into a greased and lined 900g loaf tin and leave in a warm place for 1 hour to rise, until almost at top of tin. Bake for 1hr 15 min. at 150 degrees Celsius.
Leave ten minutes before turning out of tin. When cold, slice and serve buttered.
The Moors
by Etoile2B
Victoria wanted to see the Moors, so on our way to Edinburgh we disembarked the train in York for the soul purpose of making Victoria’s dream come true. Once in the station we had no idea where exactly “The Moors” could be found. The station master pointed us in the direction of a bus headed out of town. To this day I cannot remember the name of the town where we ended up but there we were, practically in the middle of nowhere, with all of our luggage and barely two hours before the last bus back to York. Victoria ran into a storefront and inquired about the location of The Moors. When she reemerged we started walking, in the direction she was given, through the town. Time passed and still no moors. Our luggage started to strain our pace and I finally offered to sit on the curb and wait with our bags so Victoria could run ahead and find them. I must have looked like quite the vagabond sitting there on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere with a pile of luggage surrounding me. Suddenly a white van pulled up to the curb and a deep voice with a thick brogue called out, “Hollie get in the van!” The van door swung open and inside were 3 teenaged boys and my friends. The boys jumped out of the van and threw our luggage into the van and helped me inside. Apparently the driver was bringing his son and his son’s friends home from a church camp in Wales and were almost home when they saw my friends walking along the side of the road. Victoria explained to them her mission so he decided to make her wish come true. We spent the next hour driving through “The Moors”, skipping through heather and walking along the Roman Road, all with our own personal tour guide! We were invited home for supper, but sadly had to catch the last bus back to York and made it to the bus stop just before the bus was about to pull away. I will always remember the kindness of strangers and this memory is one of the favorites I have burned in my memory. My sincere thanks to that man and his son for their generosity and kindness!
Studely Royal
by iandsmith
Don't even think of going to Fountains without also viewing Studley Royal Water Gardens. You may as well since it's included in the entry fee anyway.
The Studley Royal Estate passed into the care of the National Trust in 1983. The land around Studley Royal was inherited by John Aislabie from his elder brother in 1699. Following his disgrace as Chancellor of the Exchequer at the time of the infamous South Sea Bubble and his release from imprisonment in the Tower, he set about creating a landscape with water gardens and classical temples.
His son, William, bought the remains of the adjoining Fountains Abbey in 1768, and it is thanks to his and successive owners efforts that so much of it remains today. T describe the walk along the Skell from the abbey to the deer park as delightful seems inadequate, the trees and statues providing variety and interest everywhere in the ever-changing landscape. Partridges roam and cry around your feet as the water is transformed from the domestic uses of the abbey in former days to the half-moon pools and the bridge over the cascade.
If you get lucky on a calm day you may even manage (if you have a telephoto lens) to get a reflective picture of one of the white swans, something I may have done if I hadn't run out of film!
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Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma-Gate
The porticullis of Monk Bar Gate
Barley Hall
York Minster
