Mom at a typical train station.
My parents were at first nonplused at the idea of backpacks. They wanted to take suitcases. However, I think they were glad they listened to us in the end, because there are a great many stairs, trains, and buses on this kind of trip, and hauling a suitcase up and down them is much harder than carrying a backpack.
In York, Mom and I couldn't resist taking a picture of the exceedingly chubby squirrels. Ours (in FL) never need to get this fat.
The ruins of St. Marry's Abby in York.
Hughes and I in front of York Minster.
Hughes and Dad climbed to the roof of York Minster and got some neat shots.
Hughes with the statue of Emperor Constantine in from of York Minster. This is actually the spot where his troops (he was on campaign) declared him emperor when they heard about his father's death.
Mom and Dad with same.
The organ in York Minster. There was a lot of gorgeous stained glass, but those pictures didn't turn out so well.
The York Minster Chapter house had some several hundred faces carved above the seats--all different. The faces ranged from demonic to comic to tortured to playful to grotesque.
I found this one particularly odd--a person pulling some beast's tongue from its mouth while its feet claw at the head of a demon.
Each face was about this far apart. Here are two in the same picture. Below are the seats where the church officials are supposed to sit and discuss.
York had a very nifty old city wall you could get up and walk on.
More York city wall.