Decks and the city
We had a lunch appointment in the walled city of York. While I’m sure the city would offer far more than we would have time for, I wanted to give this my utmost attention having caught sight of Gump’s notes laying in the front of his van, it simply read “paddle and a pint”. The drive into town couldn’t have been easier even if we’d had a police escort, though I couldn’t tell you if this is the norm – the streets were free flowing and the riverside car park was all but empty. The river Ouse runs through the city and a boat cruise is currently the tourist office – best choice to take in the sight, though I’m guessing they hadn’t seen a bunch of SUP’s cruising through the town before.
Ok, they have their disadvantages when you want to take in the sights that lay beyond the riverbanks, we certainly turned some heads when we headed off to find York Minster. With its foundations rooted in England’s earliest history this magnificent cathedral can surely tell a tail or two, though I expect a few of the cheering onlookers will go home with a new one. I guess that’s the enjoyment of doing something new, right now we’re still in a time where everyone wants to know what it is, or jokes about “where’s the wave”, either way you get the feeling they want to join in.
That became more evident when we dropped in on the pub, so many questions to answer. They didn’t seem to be listening to our more pressing question, a pint? Actually that pint turned into a pub lunch and undid the goodness from the morning’s workout and it left those non designated drivers thankful we only had a few hundred metres left to paddle back to the vans.
