Today has been the first full day of our holiday and it has been complete bliss. No real-life stress, just nice times.
We had a much needed lie in, a potter around town and the market. We visited York Castle museum and then had a ood few pints before heading back to the hotel.
Not a terribly exciting travel journal, I’ll grant you, but my surname aint Palin.
Here is a poem.
When she speaks, she has a bell, cymbal,
full drum-kit rattling on every tooth.
When she laughs, it’s the full orchestra
occupying every atom of her
mojito-jaeger fuelled body.