Well, we had a simply splendid weekend in YERK-shuh. The weather was pretty good too - better than forecast anyways. We rolled in to York Station at 9.30 Friday evening, immediately stopped at the pub in the station, which is lovely, and had a sharpener. Thence to the hotel. Bags dumped, and off to a pub nearby that we hadn't previously patronised. It, like every pub I've ever sought shelter in in York, was super - cosy and with a great range of ales.
On Saturday, we caught the trans-Pennine train to Hebden Bridge. HB is to lesbians what Brighton is to gay men. It a glorious town, nestling in the cleavage of The Calder Valley. We mooched around there for a few hours, browsing and eating cake. Lovely.
Saturday night back in York was greatest hits tour of pubs we knew and some virgin ones that Mrs O had specced-out. We ended the night with a splendid curry. The more I see of Yorkshire, the more I like it. Like Steve Bushemi.
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