On to York. We were met at the railway station by our friends, John and Pauline.
My dad and John managed to down the entire bottle of Jack Daniels that we brought as a gift that first night (with not a sip for yours truly). Note to self: Next time, bring two bottles.
John’s a bit of a WWII buff. He took us to Eden Camp. It’s quite extensive and informative.
Here’s John and my dad at Eden Camp:
And again, with a tank (sorry, I’ve forgotten what John said about the tank):
We also went to the National Railway Museum, which happens to be in York. A few detail shots from royal rail engines (which pull royal rail carriages):
We didn’t tool around York proper (though I have several times before). John has a younger brother, Simon. Simon has a new girlfriend, and the girlfriend’s sister owns a pub. I’m going to lose a blogger stripe right now because I don’t know the name of the pub, even though we went there and had a pint. Pauline was taken aback that I had a pint…to her mind, men have pints and women have white wine or shandy.
My one shot of York at night:
I’ll be back when I get the name of the dang pub.
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