Sunday. York. I went down with my brother - he was going anyway, for a model railway show (I have mentioned that he's into model railways, haven't I?) so he suggested I tag along. I did
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I realise that one extra person saying so will make a negligible difference to whether or not it actually happens, but really, go to Durham. The cathedral is the sort of space that can make Jon shut up.
I'm not sure that there's anywhere else that is a specific thing to be visited in Durham. There's the castle, but that's a college full of students and doesn't really have much castle-ness, except when considering it as scenery. Depends if you like sixties concrete architecture, which I rather do and sometimes get flak for. The student union building is this tiered thing that runs down the steep sides of the river, with a high concrete bridge connecting to the peninsula full of old stuff, and I like it. The river itself is a thing to see, too. Durham's not very big in horizontal directions but is well-endowed with vertical.
I know someone else who goes to train shows in York, Rupert Brown. Not sure if he was at that one but he has very nice trains. He has a track all round his garden and they come out from a hole in the wall of the house. Occasionally we've been allowed to go and watch the trains. I must ask if grandson can go and see them.
I remember the racecourse at York... I was at the first (and I assume last/only) York Rock Festival in 1984. The only time I got to see The Sisters of Mercy live in their heyday...in the rain. I think it was my first real rock festival. I was woefully unprepared for the cold wet weather and definitely wasn't dressed or feeling hip n trendy or even Kuel Goth/Indy/Rock Chick that day - I felt crap.
Glad to hear the train back wasn't cancelled due to snow on the line or something.
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Any idea what it's like?
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It's quite distinctive.
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I don't know whether to be pleased or disappointed.
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We have been known to hang out in a Belgian Bar. Try Brugge Blonde also. Although it has a more conventional glass.
I remember the racecourse at York... I was at the first (and I assume last/only) York Rock Festival in 1984. The only time I got to see The Sisters of Mercy live in their heyday...in the rain. I think it was my first real rock festival. I was woefully unprepared for the cold wet weather and definitely wasn't dressed or feeling hip n trendy or even Kuel Goth/Indy/Rock Chick that day - I felt crap.
Glad to hear the train back wasn't cancelled due to snow on the line or something.
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Central, underneath the Peartree serves Kwak, and in the proper glasses too.
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