(old) york

It's been a tiring few weeks for me. I spend most of my days in front of the computer monitor endlessly running regression models, writing thesis chapters, and revising a list of very extensive comments for a scientific article. If I do take a break, it's to exercise at the gym, to run in the neighbourhood, to go grocery shopping, or to bake. And, in the current state of frazzleness I am in, my reliable baking resulted in this recently:


(these are supposed to be muffins, by the way)

As this past weekend was a four-day weekend, I proclaimed to take one day off and to go somewhere new.

York has long been on our list of places to see in the UK; however, we're not too sure why it has taken us over 2 years to cross it off our to-do list considering it's only 1.5 hours away by train.

So on Saturday we boarded a train for the north. We spent most of the day meandering York's narrow cobblestoned streets:




We walked on the walls that surrounded the city and along the River Ouse:



The city is probably most famed for its cathedral, the York Minister. We went inside and climbed nearly 300 steps in the tower to get views of the city.