20th August Not quite magic, not quite a shambles
So day 4 already and that meant a trip to the place where a grand old duke had 10,000 men, which was probably accepted behaviour for the nobility back then, whereas today you can't even force a 17yr old to grant you sexual favours without it being all over the press.
A mere 40 min journey on the train, curtousy of a special duo ticket ie 2 travel together for less, we joined the runners and riders also heading to York for a day at the races as part of the Ebor Festival. We had far less energetic persuits in mind other than to have a wander and see where we ended up.
It was the first time either of us had been in a big city since the pandemic started and getting used to the crowds, made up of the usual locals, tourists and race goers was indeed something that took a little while to get used too. But I think if this little jolly has done one thing, it has been that we have engaged with the real world far more than in either of our home locations.
I am not sure what the highlight was; the Minster, the city walls, the narrow lanes and alleys around the 'Shambles', the Subway snackette for lunch or TOM's impromptu magic trick whilst having a refeshing cuppa for 11's. Channelling the spirt of Tommy Cooper and his famous cup routine, Tom's moment of magic consisted of trying to cram his empty disposable coffee cup into my 1/2 full of coffee disopsable cup, without displacing any of the coffee.
Needless to say he won't be getting the golden buzzer on Britain's Got Talent just yet. Althought the sheer look of surprise on his face when he realised what he had done, was worth everything on the table getting soaked in coffee. And of course I promised not to say anything about it in the blog to save his embarrassment. Well not until we work out his stage name anyway...Mysterio of Matlock?

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