Eboracum

Why is it, I try my hardest, okay that's a bit of a fib, I half heartedly attempt to fulfil the domestic goddess role model only to find that the thrill of Brasso, Vim and elbow grease do nothing for me except make me wonder why cleaning is such a high priority in people's lifes?

Life is for living, surely?

So, I abandoned Hetty the Hoover (she has beautiful pink curves though) donned my walking boots and headed off to the vibrant cultural City of York and walked the Bar Walls.

There was a small break in the rain and the sun shone whilst I trundled along the high medieval walls, taking a sneaky peak over the turrets into people's gardens and watching the City from my hidden vantage point. The grade 1 listed monument is a wonderful link to York's historic past and weaves through the streets and houses snaking between olde world buildings and modern architecture. Sometimes, you forget the sleeping history beneath your feet and take the landscape for granted as you pass-by heading off for important meetings and to earn your crust. However today, the polish took a back seat whilst Little Red Riding dusted away the cobwebs on her walking boots.



Note to self: Kodak Brownie picture memory box is for sharing moments of magic!