YORK
In the fusty hotel, the Leaping Stream pub and hotel, we had a full English breakfast with fried tomatoes, baked beans, ham, sausage, fried eggs came with our little rooms for the night. Then we were off over the violet heather covered Yorkshire moors to York, a town about the size of Lincoln with another ancient cathedral towering above it. On the way we walked around the walls of Pickering Castle, unwilling to pay the 10 pounds apiece to see the desolated interior. In York, in an area called the Shambles, with a narrow street of black and white timbered buildings and a huge outdoor market, I bought an English gentleman’s wool hat to replace the one that my son Tom had given me which I couldn’t find when leaving on this trip.
We wandered the town and then in the afternoon drove back to Lincoln.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 