Our first full day in York and we woke to damp greyness – mizzle. My plan was to go for a run, so I decided to go out anyway. It wasn’t cold, just damp – but at least not pouring. There weren’t many people around. I ran down river to Fulford Ings and kept going. I somehow missed a turn on my path and ended up on the road which went out to the bypass. I didn’t really want to be there, but I ran along as far as the junction and then ran back the way I had come, having made a mental note to not leave the river the next time I run along this way. I was damp when I got back, but was lucky to miss some heavy downpours. We had a quiet morning and as it was so grey and damp we hatched a plan to go to the cinema after lunch.
The rain had stopped when we went out, which was a relief. BB went to see Dr Strange on his own – we didn’t fancy that. Grandma and I went to see The Drover’s Wife: The Legend of Molly Johnson. Grandma chose that for us – and we went with no real idea what it was about. It was at times grim, intense, powerful, and at times very moving. There were a few things that didn’t quite sit right with me, but it was good, but I’m not sure we would say that we enjoyed it. BB’s movie was longer than ours and we had arranged to meet him in the café afterwards. The weather had improved hugely while we were ensconced in the cinema, and the sun was shining so we sat outside on the balcony overlooking the river and enjoyed our drinks in the sunshine.
TT’s brother had invited us all for dinner. We haven’t seen them for over two years, so it was nice to catch up with them over a lovely meal and a few drinks. Their wee dog went a bit nuts at new people in the house and didn’t calm down until we had gone. We walked home along the very calm river and just made it in before we got soaked in a torrential downpour .
This cheeky goose has made her nest in a planter and is now a local celebrity! The extras show the reflections in the river as we walked home – just before the downpour.