Day 6 - Rugby - York - somewhere on the Moors -17/9

Day 6 - Rugby, York and the moors. 

I woke this morning a whole lot of excitement out my window. Firstly, a bunch of Rugby lads were innocently skylarking in the car park outside. One pushed another into a hedge and generally speaking they were behaving in a "disorderly" manner. Suddenly two police cars pulled up - blocked in my car in fact - then after talking for sometime with the three who hadn't discreetly staggered off around the corner, back up arrived and the three blokes were arrested. As they used to say in bay 13 at the cricket - "they're going home in the back of a paddy van". It's great to see the British Police take looking out for the environment so seriously.

Followed this up with a weird experience of communicating with the family on WhatsApp whilst eating a good old traditional English breakfast. Photos of my meal seemed to cause a few comments about the amount I was eating. But they didn't understand. It was tradition. 

An English Breakfast in Rugby

After breakie, I was off again more determined to take on the roads and Motorways with confidence. Off I went, following signs directing me to "The North" seeking out Winterfell ... I mean York. After an hour and a half , I took a break at a services' stop along the way, feeling rather proud of myself for surviving the mayhem. 

Eventually I made it to York near early afternoon. I decided to take a trip on a "Park and Ride " bus from the outskirts of York ... Clever idea this - to avoid traffic congestion in the older cities, a short distance out from the town on the major in-roads are large car parks and bus terminals set up for people to ... park and ride. 

I got off near the only part of the York Castle remaining - the tower - and resisted the temptation to pay yet more money to go up the tower and see the same view I could see from the ground I reckoned. The museum at this site was worth the money though and after a fun conversation with a Yorkshire lass about the price of entry - I only asked her to repeat herself twice - I was pleasantly surprised by the social history explored in ever ways in such a small space. 

Spent ages in here and when I came out enjoyed the bus ride through the town before returning to the car ready to follow our old Launceston friends Laura, Gordon and Roane Eaves