Yesterday wasn't such a good day, so I had a little time out & did some wandering about the streets of York. There really is no better place to be depressed. I'm so familiar with the city, with its seasons & hidden treasures. York is unassumingly beautiful, even the grandeur of the Minster is somehow unpretentious. Maybe I feel this way because we are so well-acquainted, buut whatever the reason, when I'm blue York can offer me solace & anonimity & this is why I love it so.
The Eye has returned to York & Eldest so wants to go on it, she was thrilled to see it all lit up yesterday evening. We will go on it soon & I am sure she will realise at the top that she wants to get off!
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Today my thoughts have been cluttering up my brain, swimming around with no real direction or order so I wrote them down. It helped.
I grew up in York, my best friend of 35 years still lives there (we were five when we met)
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