I shall start, not in York but in Bletchley (!) Never one to hang about, I managed to squeeze in taking my son to his driving test before we went. Test number 3 so I was hopping about in anticipation and almost forgot my Quest.
Anyhow, I started chatting to a waiting instructor and told him my Tanzanian plans. During the subsequent conversation he mentioned having been on local radio and we decided that it would be a good idea to for me too. Love those serendipity ideas.
York was snowy and gorgeous. At the last count I was wearing 8 layers on top - truly - topped by my wool/fur combo hat. Walking was OK, but waving my arms proved troublesome. Mouth muscles continued to give up in the cold, so not a lot of conversation outside.
I missed my chance with the guide round the Minster, though to be fair by the end even my husband was cold (rare event), so there was no hanging about. Better luck in the haberdasher's (lovely word). In the queue I began to tell my wool-buying neighbour about the pink gingham cloth destined to make table cloths for my fundraising Tea Parties and thus I introduced Homoeopathy for Health in Africa. We had a jolly chat, where she lamented that people just don't do fundraising where she lives (London) any more except for the Church and we separated life-long buddies.
Tomorrow - Holy Wells & Trains
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