Day 7 York to Pocklington

Yep, I'm home, all done and dusted, ha ha. I've got a cat on my knee, and Rocky sat next to me on a chair. Just got the last three days to enter on here, so lets get on with the job. This is York International Youth Hostel, it's a massive place, 147 beds. There was a coach load of foreign students in, all jabbering away excitedly, they were having a great time. A fantastic breakfast here as well. 

I needed to go through the centre of York and out the other side, and the easiest way to do that is to follow the river. The pleasure cruisers were getting ready for the days work.

The wheel is moving slowly round, not many riding it this early.

I was very close to the Railway Museum and decided to pay a visit. This is a fantastic place, free to go in, and a massive collection of everything trains to see. Even if you are not a train fan it is definately worth a visit. The engines are kept in pristine condition. I saw a cleaner going round them with a feather duster.

Those wheels are huge, and shiny.

This is a Japanese Bullet Train.

Puddytat liked this one best, I even had to put a coin in so he could have a ride, ha ha. And if you believe that you will believe anything.

I left York on the A1079, and after crossing over the A64 I took a minor road through Dunnington and then footpaths on to Stamford Bridge. These chickens were on an allotment, aren't they pretty.

I went through Hagg Wood, and wondered if I should with my track record of getting lost in woods. This one was ok though, the path was clearly marked.

Here is the bridge at Stamford Bridge.

There is a dismantled railway line that goes through the village, on the top of the viaduct.

This building looks like an old mill.

There are ducks and geese wandering about, trashing the grass, it looks a bit bald here.

Onwards I went to Pocklington, some road walking now. I was getting a bit fed up of the unpredictable weather. Here you can see I still have my trousers on, despite it being sunny. I don't know which is worse being too hot or too cold. You can guarantee as soon as I take layers off the clouds come and it goes cold.

I was a bit late arriving at Pocklington, due to dawdling in York. That seems to have been the pattern, have a look round a place before setting off in the morning, and walking faster in the late afternoon to get to another place, buy some provisions, and find a bed for the night. This was my most expensive bed, The Feathers. Cough, splutter, £50. The thing is when you are getting a bit weary you can't find an extra bit of energy, or inclination, to traipse around looking for something cheaper. This was no better than one costing £35, it just happened to be in the right place.  

Toodle pip till tomorrow