I feel that York isn't something that needed to be upgraded. Old York is my favourite city so far- the people a friendly, the landscapes and architecture are exquisite, and the ice cream is delicious.

It was raining when I first arrived, and like always, I got lost within five minutes of being off the train. I have my route to the hotel planned every time, and every time: "ooh, a castle/church/attractive black man!" and I wonder off in some unknown direction, hoping that I don't run out of daylight before I make it to my inn for the night.

I refuse to bang for roof.
I must find my hotel.

As previously mentioned, the people are lovely, and a few perfect strangers pointed me in the right direction (back the way I'd come). This experience was a definite step up from Nottingham, I didn't have the feeling that I was going to be dragged into an alley and harvested for my organs.

I wondered around the stores after dropping my belongings off at the YHA- there were plenty of vintage stores, one of which was exclusively music books and vinyls, one predominantly collars and Levi's, and one all old school Ray Bans and grandma knots.

Then through the gardens, and by the streams. The photo for this entry is from the York Abbey ruins, they're enormous, and stunning. More so than those buildings saved from time by modern adaptation.

If I were to move to England, I'd like to spend some time in York, methinks.