I never know the obstacles I will face along the way, so I always plan to be at my destination far ahead of time in case traffic, weather or misfortune slows me down. My husband knows I'd rather scurry around beforehand like the proverbial chicken, than be sweating bullets and barely make my connections at the end. He, of course, is placid no matter what, and assumes everything will always go as planned.
We had three legs or routes to our journey to York this fine morning. The first, a 15 minute ride via commuter train to Bath Spa. This is the train we have taken each day on our trip to visit Jane Austen. The second is another 15 minute ride to Bristol (a much larger station with 15 tracks instead of two), where we catch our cross country train to York. This train (final destination, Glasgow) takes four hours, and only leaves a very few times a day.
Well, I wanted to leave at least an hour early on the first leg to Bath, so I had time to pick up our tickets for the second and third portion of our journey. On Monday, that train was late, and left the station 20 minutes late, so I felt justified. So, that's what we did.
When I picked up our tickets in Bath, I realized that the 10:30 am departure for the first leg from Bath Spa to Bristol, was really the departure time for the Bristol to York portion, so, had we not left on the earlier train to Bath, we would have missed our train to Viking land!
I was so thankful for my inclination to be early, but even more grateful that the Lord for knew all this before hand, and was gracious to have it play out the way it did. My word for the year is TRUST (in the Lord). I know we will find many reasons to do so in the middle portion of our adventure. Especially when I hire (rent) a car for our northern explorations, and need to 'keep left'. This morning at the station, I was bounding down the right side of the stairs, when a business man addressed me brightly with, "You're on the wrong side, Miss!" (Yes, he really did say 'Miss'. Bless him!)
Ah, yes. . . keep to the left. I've always been fascinated with the British term 'leftenant' (our lieutenant). Jane Austen had a few dashingly uniformed officers (in the militia) well placed in her novels.
Star Trek Toilet
To make the best of the day, although we arrived at our B&B around 3pm, we visited the York Castle Museum, which reveals the social aspect of York during the Victorian Era and beyond. Here are a few photos of the exhibits . . .
The parlor of the middle and upper class in the city.
One room living amongst the country folk . . .
A Victorian street. . .
A millinery shop . . .
When I went to pay for the ticket, the attendant asked for my name and my title. "Mrs.", I said. And then, "I'd love 'princess' too." She laughed and said she had heard that from only two other people, and the second was that morning. I had made the young lady's day.
This was not far fetched. Last month, when I purchased tickets online for the Globe Theatre in London, a list of possible titles popped up, such as 'Lord', 'Lady', 'Barroness', 'Prince', etc. At first I laughed, thinking it was a joke, and almost picked 'Princess', until I realized that this was England, these were true-to-life titles, and they would require proof of identity!
Since we had not eaten all day (except for tea, fruit and nuts), we wanted something substantial. Meat in particular. Well, we found a perfect place to satisfy our Vikingette pallette!
This is what I call a paleo diet . . .
The Shambles (the guide book states) is one of the best-preserved medieval shopping streets in Europe. Although none of the original shop-fronts have survived from medieval times, some properties still have exterior wooden shelves, reminders of when cuts of meat were served from the open windows.
This was a surprise!
Time tomorrow to visit the state of the art Jorvik Museum. Here we will discover what it was truly like in Viking times. . . sights, sounds and all!