feel history beneath your...
feel history beneath your feet. The city is skirted by its 2.5 mile medieval wall, interrupted by the impressive battlements of the four gates, on which the heads of traitors were once displayed. York streets are as confusing as what they mean. In York, gate means street and bar means gate. Too old is this city perhaps today's Yorkers still refuse to buy what's defined in Webster.
Anywayz, you might want to climb the city wall, starting at Bootham Bar and walk north-east along the wall to Monk Bar, where you will catch a good view of the spectacular York Minster. Get down here to explore this city's treasure, the largest medieval cathedral in Northern Europe. If you are adventurous enough, you might want to climb up the central tower to capture York's unsurpassed views. While its interior is extensively decorated with stained glass, its facade and the other fronts are exquisitely embossed with medieval carvings.
My trip to York was planned to coincide with the Viking Festival. To give you an idea what's it about, it was the Vikings who gave York its name (derived from Jorvik or Yorwik) and in this special festive week Yorkers dress like the Viking warriors as if taking on a Jorvik odyssey. One evening they will march to battle, and if you happen to show your squeamish self to them, you will most definitely be pounced on.
From the Minster, enter the many south gates to experience the liveliness inside. I hope you know what I'm talking about. Have you not remembered gates are synonym to streets in York? Alright we've got a common understanding now. Go along Petergate to reach the Shambles, a medieval butcher's street.
At Shambles's south end, make a right into High Ousegate then Castlegate to arrive at the Jorvik Viking Center. This place transport you back in time into a Viking settlement, where the sights, sounds and even the smells of village life are recreated. Castlegate joins Tower Street, along which the Clifford's Tower sits on its prominent mound. This was where the Jews of York were slaughtered many years ago, and where the faked Vikings fought their battle that night. Did I mention 'street'? Like I've said, the network of streets can be confusing. If you go a little south along Tower street, you'll see the York Castle Museum, which contains artfully reconstructed streets and shops of the past. The fascinating collections of crafts and costumes, furniture and machinery, toys and weapons are meant to recreate the atmosphere of everyday life in Britain during the past several hundred years.
Go west along Tower Street to cross the Skeldergate Bridge over untroubled waters of River Ouse. It was this waterway that enabled the city to become a busy port and trading center. Today I reckon its job is to flood the city. Ohyah, I have read about serious floods in York.
There are not many attractions on the west side. The other half of the walls which encircles the town starts not too far away from the bridge. I'd suggest taking a slow walk along Skeldergate which runs parallel to and beside the river. You'll see the path changes its name, from Skeldergate to North Street to Wellington Row, then to Leeman Road. How more confusing can this get?
The National Railway Museum is located along Leeman Road. It chronicles the rich railway heritage and displays automobile engines and carriages from the 19th century to the present day.
Perhaps the best way to experience York is to join one of the many grisly ghost walks conducted in town. But tread cautiously along the passageways deep below the York's gates, otherwise you may never be seen again.
That's almost about York. Although its walls are nothing compared to the Great Wall, they certainly are less strenuous to climb.
From York, I went to Scarborough to seek parsley sage, rosemary and thyme. There are plenty to discover in this town, which is surrounded by dramatically beautiful coastline. The main attraction is the Scarborough Castle. Built in the 12th century it houses many figures of Kings and Queens, and provides spectacular walks with sweeping views over the sea. Unfortunately or fortunately I had only an afternoon in this town. Since I could have fallen into nostalgia of reminiscing she once was a true love of mine.