I grew up in York, and know the alleys and snickleways like the back of my hand so it was a joy to be back and avoiding the inevitable crowds.
The beer and black pudding were as good as any I remember, and my hotel had a particularly good full Yorkshire breakfast.
There was a book signing at Waterstones: thanks to everyone who turned up, especially Michelle of Scarborough!
And then a day out and about, at Benningborough Hall, where I had forgotten how tall trees in England are.
And what an oak tree looks like after it's been hit by lightning.