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Our adventures in the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus continue....
  
It didn't look too clever this morning, sort of overcast and promising of rain, but didn't stop this little fellow coming along to say where's my breakfast. Bill and Margaret curse them, because they spend lots of time scampering around and digging holes in the lawn, but they are nice to see when you are sitting down to breakfast in the mornings.
As it looked a bit doubtful we all decided that this would be the day when we should take the chance of visiting York. There is a very good park & ride scheme which we took advantage of and the bus in to town passes The Railway Museum. Guess what, Bill and I hopped off there and spent acouple of very pleasant hours. You have never seen a steam engine until you have s
een some of the wonderful, restored engines in these exhibition halls. One was all kitted out to pull the Royal Train back in Victorian time, but nobody is quite sure if it actually pulled the real thing. There were some examples of the Royal Trains over the years, fitted out to the luxury standard you would expect. But whatever you say, big is beautiful and many of the real steam engines where a wonderful sight. One that it was very difficult to get near to was The Mallard, at 126 MPH the fastest steam train ever.
After a sandwich and a coffee, not British Rail standard either, Bill and I walked in to the city to meet up with the girls, who were wandering around the shops of course. My first view of York Minster was impressive and as we ahd about 20 minutes before our rendevous time, I took the opportunity to nip inside and inside was just as impressive, so much so that I decided that Joan and I should come back and spend some more time here to view at leisure. After we met the girls, we all waited for the rain to stop again and then wandered down some of the lovely old streets. We found one street called The Shambles with lots of small shops doing quite good trade by the looks of it, then we found a shop which specialised in original receipe Cornish pasties. As this was a take away shop we did the only sensible thing, bought four and stood under a tree and enjoyed.
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