Me and Grace took a trip to York for the day.
The one and only time I’ve been to York before was in September 2010, when on tour with Hold Your Horse Is. Needless to say, we didn’t see very much in the few hours we were there, but I do remember it being a really cool looking place.
We were both ridiculously hungover, having been up late with my sister and her friends in Leeds the previous night, but we valiantly ploughed on.
We even went to the fabled Betty’s Tea Room, where an American woman in the queue (yes, I actually queued) asked Grace if she was sure she really wanted to marry me.
To be fair, I did look a bit like a homeless man slumped against the wall. Wearing a t-shirt with Prince Harry’s bleeding face on it probably didn’t help much either.
I was trying out a ‘new’ old Russian Industar-69 lens I had recently gotten, on the Leica M6. The quality really wasn’t very good at all, and a lot of the pictures came out unusably out-of-focus, which is a shame. It’s so flat and fun to use. I’m unsure whether I’ll give it another bash or not. I don’t want to give up on it yet, but losing pictures stings. This is one of the best pictures that came from a whole roll:
We stopped by Jeffels’ house. He is a promoter/musician/all round nice guy, and he gave us some tea, obviously.
When in York, you have to get fish and chips.
So we did.
The best bit was that they seemed to have gluten free fish batter everywhere. The guy in the place we went even seemed more than happy to actually be making it up. We took it to eat on the edge of the city walls, and it was amazing. More please.
The walls are one of the coolest things about York.
I love quaint buildings like this that you find all over England. It’s something we’re lacking north of the border.
Finished the day with some hangover cocktails, and veggie Spanish food.
Lee ended up wandering around the attic of a bar we went to, scaring an employee half to death by jumping out of the shadows. He claims he was looking for a toilet, but I’m not completely convinced by that story.