A Walkaway Weekend..

Its been a while since I wrote about our weekends. Not surprising, actually, because most of our weekends don’t seem to be something to write home about, these days!

Last year, I enrolled Poohi in a swimming class, and that I think partially contributed  to the demise of the weekend posts. Just the other day, husband and I were horrified to find out that we did not even make one day trip to York last year. York is our neighbouring, cute, historical town. We love going there, walking around, walking by the river.. It is even better in spring and summer, but that never stopped us from going there in Autumn and Winter. This last year, every saturday goes off in finishing off Poohi’s work, rushing to the swimming lesson, and once we are back, we end up wasting time over lunch, and before you know it, the day is over!

Last Saturday, we decided to go to York. No wasting time having lunch and stuff, lets just get going and grab a bite outside- was the plan. It was freezing, but sunny – the mere feel of sun, makes the whole world look cheerful and happy! And the whole world also looks like it is out to enjoy the day 🙂 but in the opposite direction. Look!

Normally, we drive to York and then spend the same amount time trying to find a parking space. This time we decided to use the Park and Ride facility. We always thought of trying it out but never did. So we parked the car and got onto the bus to take us to the city centre.

Public Transport is so much more fun, isn’t it? At least it is for me 🙂 I love getting into buses and pretending that we are on a real holiday 🙂

Now, while this trip was all suddenly decided, we did have a plan. We have been to the York Minster loads of times, we had never made the trip up the tower. Most of the time, we end up parking somewhere far away, walk through all the little lanes, and are exhausted by the time we reach the Minster. This time, we had a one point agenda. Climb up the Tower. So as soon as we reached, we rushed to buy the tickets, only to be told that our daughter needed to be 8 before she could be allowed up there… Now, having no option to leave her behind, we decided to just take pictures and walk around all those quaint little lanes, just as we do every time that we are in York.

The York Minster from all sorts of angles( to bore you all to death :))

Outside..

And inside..

And some more.. doesn’t it look majestic?

Since climbing the tower did not happen, we decided to do the other thing we always planned and never did. Walking on the City Walls.  Apparently York has more city walls intact than any other English city. So off we went. Fun time we had, and a history lesson as well, because Poohi wanted to know everything about why York has city walls.. Going through the pictures, I realized that I had just one picture without any of us – that’s what happens when Husband has the camera- he does not remember to take blog pics 🙂

Something cute(that we found cute), we found while on that wall..

The sunset far away…..

Finally we came to the end – of one part of the walls, anyway. And off we went through the little lanes, dotted with cute shops.. And after all the walking, we went into a cute little cafe, and had a full Yorkshire Tea, complete with scones with clotted cream and all. Tummy and soul satisfied, we walked back to the bus stop to take us to where our car was parked. It was -2 deg, but we had the greatest time!

On Sunday, because all the walking was not enough for us, we decided to go to a nearby park, and go on a nature walk. It was a cold and frosty morning – one of the first really cold days this winter. Everything looked like they had been dusted by a fine sprinkling of icing sugar. Just the perfect weather for a walk beside the lake.

Turns out, we were not the only folks out to enjoy the day..

And look frosted rock….

After all the walking, we balanced it out nicely with bread rolls, bread pakodas, mix veggie pakodas and gulab jamuns – Can’t take the risk of being too healthy, can we?

When the most interesting thing happens to be the weather..

There is a reason why the favourite topic of the British is the weather.

The last few days, we have been gloating over the rest of our friends on this island. The whole country seems to be under 10 inches of snow, while we have a beautiful dusting of Christmas Card snow. Yes, it is cold, and walking outside is as good as asking for a broken leg, but still! At least we are not snowed in. You see, it is normally the other way around. We are the ones with the snow, while those in swanky places like London, call us telling us how much they wished they could have that kind of snow.  Well, you asked for it.

We may not have the snow, but we have all the cold and more. The temperatures touching -11 at night and the max daytime temperature has been -4. I have never lived in such cold climes before. The other day, I was convinced that I had lost all my fingers – despite being well covered in warm gloves. I found I was not the only one covering her mouth and nose, in a desperate effort to prevent my nose from freezing and falling off my face.

Yesterday, I mustered courage, after a couple of days, to enter my conservatory. Our conservatory has central heating – but it is way too cold, even with the heating. So we had just switched of the heating there. The only time I would enter it was to water my precious plants. Yesterday, I noticed that there was a layer of ice, in the saucers that I keep under my potted plants, to catch any water that might leak of the pot. Ice! That’s when I realized that my plants were frozen in place 😦 I rescued the few that looked might have the potential to be rescued.  Just days ago, they were fine and still blooming. This morning, I found them all lank and limp. I can’t tell you how heart-broken I am. Do any of you know what I could do to save my petunias and geraniums? I am almost too afraid to google, I doubt if I could do anything to rescue them.

This morning, I found my watering can, which I had abandoned, still full of water, in the conservatory when I had seen the state of my plants, was frozen. Daughter had a wonderful time touching the ice and shrieking  – anything to keep her entertained during school holidays which does not involve any outdoor activity.

All these are still alright, but the travel chaos is the worst. People stranded in airports, holidays canceled – heart-breaking, isn’t it Our friends had their holiday planned 6 months earlier, and it almost got canceled. Thankfully, they have managed to board the flight.

You know what is the worst thing to happen? High Street shops are having massive sales to lure people into the shops, and with the weather being the way it is, we just can’t go 😦 Life’s little ironies…

Just curious..

Actually make it very curious and very envious, of those people who manage to wear a little black dress, with no tights/stockings, high heels, and a little excuse of a jacket, and yet manage to drop off their kids at school, without dropping dead with hypothermia?

And this when most of us are wearing multiple layers, covered from top to toe, and still shivering, by the way. Not to mention that the temperatures are nearly touching zero, and it is a very, very frosty morning?

How do they manage it? We used to see people dressed like this in Leicester Square or Covent Garden, in London, but they clearly looked like they had alcohol to help them along. At nine in the morning, outside school, I doubt if the yummy mummies I mentioned earlier got any help from alcohol. Anyone here knows the secret?

And yes, winter is most certainly here.