York Minster and the Trains

200ft to the top.


Almost 600ft long.

The first thing that strikes you walking into the Minster is just how big it is, the size of the stone columns which hold the roof up, the arches upon arches upon arches down the length of the main axis of the cross. Then you start to notice the little things, each block is hard carved, most of them have details; and that's just the physical structure. Around the stone pillars are endless plaques, chapels and graves. All this is wrapped around a busy working city church, it really is quite something to see.

After we'd had our fill at the Minster, I took Alex to the Museum (and left her there) while I snuck off for another look at the trains. I'll have lots of photos to show from there in a few weeks when they get processed and then wing their way back to Australia and finally make it to the internet so I'll post all about that later.

The rest of the day was taken up with chores, staring at maps, planning the next little leg of our trip (there seems to be alot of looking at maps). We walked around the best section of the wall again and then ducked into a slightly strange little pub for dinner. Coal fire, gas lamps for lighting and a view straight out the window up to the western towers of the minster. I'm sad to report that pubs here sell 'beef casserole with a bit of pastry floating on top in a mini pot' as a 'pie'. The Tim Taylor made up for it.