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.
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Hi Justin,
Thanks for the pleasant surprise package in the post which brought me here. 20 years ago I worked for the National Trust and managed the parkland and trees at Beningbrough Hall. Nice 18th c landscape park built on the site of a medieval deer park and including many ancient pollard oaks which predate the house.
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