Early morning trip to York……

I felt like a change of scenery this particular day. We’d had day of grim, dark, wet weather and I was going stir crazy confined to home. This day though, had been forecast to have a nice sunny morning and I decided to take advantage of the £2 cap on all bus journeys. In case you havn’t heard, in the UK (or maybe just England 🤔),until the end of March, there’s a £2 cap on all single fares on buses. I can’t use my bus pass until 09.30 in our area, so before that time it’s normally £8 so well worth a trip.

I was awake early and pottered on my iPad with a cuppa tea beside me, until leaving around 07.35…..my bus was at 08.47, so a calm walk AND I’d hopefully see the sunrise.

I decided to walk light, so didn’t take my bag. Instead I popped £2 in my pocket along with my pass for coming back and my bank card, just in case. As I stepped outside, the moon was still up and about, shining bright in the sky through the trees opposite

I could feel the cold wind blowing me off balance as I zoomed in for a close up. I waited for a break in the gust as the wind was winning 😂 before snapping

The sky was as clear as a bell as I turned into the Hight Street

Passing by my favourite silhouette house…

…then on through the traffic lights, heading for the Westwood. The sky was just beginning to colour as I reached the golf club, still quiet, golfers yet to arrive and start their rounds out on the breezy course

As I reached my viewing point, I glanced at my watch and realised I had time to walk up to the Mill, but as I turned my eyes towards the sky again, the show had begun

I abandoned the idea of going across the grass to the Mill as the trees would mask my view. Instead I carried on walking, every now and then, snapping the view once more

I kept stopping …and looking…..and watching…..as cars sped by, taking children to school or going to work. If only they could stop and watch …..

It never fails to make my spirits soar, the corners of my mouth turning upwards into a smile

I suddenly realised time was ticking by and I needed to get a wiggle on or I’d be late….but I couldn’t resist stopping every few yards, each time there was a gap in the trees, and checking on its progress…Then as if by magic, the next time I looked, it was fully risen and clear in the sky

……and I headed into town content…I checked the notice board and it told me I had 10 minutes as the bus was probably caught in the morning rush.

I ambled round and round the bus station as it was too cold to sit and wait and before long the distinctive x46 pulled into its stand. I sat upstairs and watched the world go by and just after 10 I was alighting at Stonebow, the sun still shining, the church tower and hanging sheep (don’t know the story behind that one 😂) raised high against the blue sky in front of me.

I was planning on walking alongside the river, following my old running route, but as I reached the steps, that became out of the question….the river had overflowed. After all the rain we’d had, I should have thought of that 🙄 Flood gates were up on the door, protecting the famous pub below, where drinkers would normally be sat outside along the railings, but not today…

My whirlpool, always present, no matter what, was clearly visible. I’m sure I mentioned it in my first book 🤔. Plan B the……I’d walk to the 3 bridges and snap what I see….so this was number one….Onto the next one, where the rowing club sits and strangely, their side, that’s nearly always flooded if the opposite side is, was clear

Maybe the level had dropped here and it would be flooded once more as the rain was washed down from the river higher up…🤷‍♀️

The next bridge was the furthest one away so I ambled through the shopping streets decked out for Chinese New year, with lanterns strewn across the street

Then alongside Cliffords Tower……

….before reaching the final one. The sun was blazing down right through the middle creating a path of sunlight

I forget which is which bridge, but they’re Lendal, Skeldergate and Ouse Bridge….all beautiful for different reasons and a joy to walk alongside when the river isn’t high 😂

The final one finished and I walked back into town, the central avenue also decked with lanterns in the swaying in the trees

I had 40 minutes before my bus, so just time to head to the Minster. I didn’t have time to go inside this visit. It is quite expense but it’s a lovely Minster. I remember, as a resident all those years ago, we used to have free access with our York Card. Not sure if they still do that, but it’s well worth a visit if you’re in the area, but very difficult to get a full photo as it really is surrounded by ancient buildings

I sat on the bench, trying to get the Minster and the nearby church in the same photo😂

I finally snuck up the little side street and took one of my favourite views of it peaking out at the end.

My final stop was Betty’s tea room. I treated myself to one of their afternoon tea cake selections before heading back for the bus. As the bus made its journey homeward I could feel myself wanting to close my eyes. I’d have to get off at Bishop Burton and walk the 2 miles home, as I’d miss the village bus if I stayed on until town. 

Luckily I only had the one bag, but the wind was strong and the land around very open, so it was a hard slog of a walk. I’d have been out of the house for 6 hours by the time I got home, so it wasn’t any surprise I was tired. My back ached, my neck was starting to get wore from the weight of my camera and each step got harder. I resorted to counting my steps. Every hundred I stopped and had a breather. I could see the rain clouds approaching and desperately wanted to get home before it started….

The final count of a hundred….now I was at the village allotments so on the home straight. As I put the key in my door, I was relieved to have made it and sat on my stairs for a while. As I headed upstairs for a well deserved cuppa, I felt my flask and it was heavier than I imagined it would be….🤔�…..no wonder I struggled to walk home 🙄 I’d been out 6 hours and only had one cuppa tea and nothing to eat 😳�…..so I went into the kitchen and opened my Betty’s box and headed upstairs for an afternoon inside as the weatherman had been right and the rain had now started to fall but luckily I’d made it home in time…

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

14 thoughts on “Early morning trip to York……

  1. Oh I’m glad that there was that nice sunrise on your way for the bus. The £2 ticket is very useful isn’t it. It’s amazing how high the river has got, glad you didn’t have to walk through it !! Sorry though you feel you have to pay to get into the minster. I know it’s expected…it’s the same down here at Bath Abbey. I’m afraid I refuse but still go in I tell the people at the door that the day the Lord expects me to pay for saying my prayers is the day I would ask questions….And in I go. I feel awkward but so be it……I always do leave a donation but that is choice…. Must go I have to take my car for it’s MOT. Thankfully it’s a mobility car so is free !! God Bless

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  2. Dear Wendy, you have whetted my appetite as Danny and I are hoping to go to York from Stirling on Friday back on Sunday to visit a friend I’ve known since 1972.
    Unfortunately I’ve come down with a horrible chest infection so not sure if that will make it, but I am crossing my fingers that the antibiotics will do their trick before Friday.
    It looks just lovely

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  3. Wendy, I want to tell you how much I love reading your posts every day, for so many reasons.

    Firstly, my departed mother had dementia and I visited her weekly in her care home for the last two or three years of her life, watching her very gradual decline until her eventual death at the age of 88. Of course, I am aware that I might inherit the complaint, and so I am very interested in your story.

    Secondly, I have a friend in Walkington and I am familiar with many of your local walks! I have played in many quizzes at the , have explored many of your local walks and played golf at The Barrel, and played golf in Beverley!

    And I live so far away in Winchester, Hampshire, so it is always lovely to read your blog.

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  4. What a wonderful day out. I used to visit York quite often and know that flooded area very well. Your photos and words really recapture the city I knew, so much so I felt as if I was on that walk with you. Thank you for bringing back some memories for me.

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  5. Such lovely photos – I look forward to your posts every day but don’t very often comment.
    The cakes look lovely – I would love to go to Betty’s Tea Rooms……..maybe one day 🙂

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