Monday March 9, 2026.
For the first time this weekend, I slept in, so I didn't go for a walk before breakfast.
However, after breakfast we went to Shambles Market and had a quick wander around the city, before heading back to the hotel to pack.
The rest of the morning was spent relaxing, before we headed to a bus stop so that Emma could catch a bus to the station, while I completed a final walk.
So, I headed south along 'Foss Island Road' and onto 'Paragon Street', keeping outside of the city walls, until I reached 'Skeldergate Bridge', which I used to cross the 'River Ouse'.
From here I climbed the steps and began walking the last section of the city walls, that I was yet to traverse. 'Victoria Bar' brought me to 'Micklegate Bar', as the walls carried me around the south of the city.
Eventually I reached the southwest corner and the wall continued north. This section was the busiest part of the wall that I had visited, with people stopping to take photos of the station and, away to the north, the Minster, which was under a slight haze.
I continued along the wall and stopped above 'Station Avenue', waiting for Emma's bus to trundle into view. However, when I spotted her, Emma was on a number 9 bus. Intriguing. So, I continued along the city wall until I reached the steps that brought me to 'Barker's Tower'. From here I followed the path under the city walls and onto 'Station Road', where I caught up with Emma who was sitting at a bus stop.
She didn't look happy and explained why she had switched buses.
Emma had boarded a number 843 Coastliner bus, but was unable to get a seat because of people refusing to move up the bus, especially one lady with a small dog. As the bus went through the temporary traffic lights, at the junction outside the Premier Inn, a pedestrian stepped in front of the bus causing the driver to brake harshly. This had the effect of sending Emma and two other people, one an elderly lady, to lose their balance and hit the floor. One person caught their forehead and was in quite a bit of discomfort, so an ambulance was called and Emma was forced to wait while a different bus arrived.
Emma bruised her thigh, back, neck and shoulder and also broke a nail, as she tried to grab hold of a support pole, but to no avail. The driver was profusely upset, although she hadn't done anything wrong. When the number 9 bus arrived, the driver of the Coastliner ensured that the fare was free for those who took the number 9.
We then headed across the road and headed into York Station and took a seat on the platform, where we awaited our train.
Once it arrived we took our seats and settled back for the journey to London. We zipped through the countryside along the same route that the 'Mallard' had taken when she broke the speed record. This occurred between Careby and Essendine on July 3, 1938. We were probably doing the same sort of speed as we whipped by the sign that marks the spot, preventing me from getting a photo that wasn't blurred and unreadable.
It wasn't until we passed through Peterborough that the sun, which had been absent all weekend, started to burn away the clouds, illuminating the countryside. In what seemed like no time at all we were approaching King's Cross, the sun shining bright in a clear blue sky.
On leaving the station we made the short walk to London Euston, where we boarded a Lioness line train to Watford Junction, alighting at Bushey. Here, an Uber was ordered and we home just a few minutes later.
It was a wonderful weekend away, exploring a city that we had not visited before.
I wonder where we will head off to the next time?
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