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Rovers Spring Weekend

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Rovers had their annual Spring outing to York on 27-29 April.

York Minster.

York Minster

For once, our usual pleasant Rover weather deserted us. But in spite of rain and gale force wind we all went Roving on – and on!

Our Premier Inn accommodation was first class with an excellent menu for Friday night dinner. Lots of chatter and catching up with friends not seen for many months. There are the 'must-see' sites in York - the Minster, the Railway Museum, the Castle Museum, Jorvik, the Treasury, Fairfax House and some extras like ancient convents. We all, in different groups and at different times, did full justice to them.

And in between our 'must-sees' we also discovered pleasant little tea-rooms and patisseries to sustain us in our quests for culture and sightseeing.

The Shambles

The Shambles

The tour round in the open top bus of course gave us intriguing bits of knowledge. At one time the favourite pastime of the locals seemed to be decapitating as many people as possible. It was also quite the done thing to take your children to witness bear-baiting and cock fighting. But take them to witness horse racing? Oh no, very much frowned upon, being associated with gambling.

A walking tour round the city afforded us the opportunity to meet visitors from round the world, even a tourist from far-off Argentina. Some attended evensong in the Minster and enjoyed the singing. We also learned why there was a Chocolate Orange House in York. But the chocolate experience at £11 was not really considered value for money. Your writer learned two new words: copralite (click for wikipedia entry) and guttae, having to do with plasterwork.

Even though it was not the first time of going through the Jorvik experience, it still amazed with the lifelike people at their activities and the authentic smells.

We learned of the latest in sanitary arrangements, i.e. holes in the floor; how factory owners tried to wean workers off alcohol by encouraging them into the chocolate drinking room; and how sometimes the maid slept in a truckle bed under the bed of their mistress, who slept almost upright with many pillows, as "only the dead lie flat". But remarks were also made that many exhibits, especially trenches in the Great War, were too clean and too hygienic.

After a short walk down the street on Saturday night we enjoyed dinner in Valentinos, which meant another new experience for some of us when we were introduced to barramundi, which proved to be entirely delicious.

To finish with a time-worn cliché: Sunday and Monday we wended our weary way home.

Clifford's Tower.

Clifford’s Tower