And so it was that, one fine sunny Saturday morning, I, along with Samantha, Jean - Samantha's mother, and Elizabeth, Samantha's Aunt, ventured south on the A1(M) to the wonderful city of York.
Above the geordie din emanating from the back seat, I could just about hear the car motor as we cruised onwards.
After an hour or so, we did indeed arrive at York and we travelled into the centre of town for a look around on the trusty park and ride bus. Very efficient they are too, I must hasten to add.
York, as mentioned, is a wonderful city, with many fine buildings and sights to explore and enjoy
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.York Minster is always a good first stop followed by the meandering streets of York, including the superbly named 'The Shambles'.
Following that, I engineered an escape and made my way around the old city walls - stopping, as you do, periodically, for a photograph opportunity or two.
Finally, after meeting up with the Geordies and fellow Aussie Battler, Samantha - the two of us ventured down towards the National Railway Museum.
The Railway Museum is really cool, even if you are not nuts about trains. Well, I suppose you'd need at least a passing interest, but that said, there's plenty to keep both ardent and non ardent railway afficianodo's occupied and pleased.
Then, back into the car and back up to Durham - a good day out for all.
