In pure Hannah style, I managed to visit England during the coldest Spring experienced in decades. It was so cold. I felt as though I had brought the wrong coat with me, the wrong outfits, the footwear. I needed winter clothes, thick scarves, my ski jacket and my snowboots (quite literally at one point). I was constantly cold and constantly grateful that my parents had just had a new heating system installed.
Still, when did nasty weather ever stop British people doing anything? I travelled around a lot of Yorkshire with my mum, and it was nice to have lunches and dinners and teas and cakes and, well, anything mother-daughter-y. After 2.5 years, you really start to miss those little experiences.
We ate at Jamie Oliver's restaurant and wandered the streets. My mum, rather bemused and, more than likely, slightly embarrassed, stood by whilst I took picture after picture. I took so many pictures at one point that I had to delete images from the memory card ("For Shame", said The Canadian, "I told you that you'd need two memory cards, but do you listen?").
Architecture was something I had sorely missed, as well as the rich historical, visual history of Yorkshire and it's pervasiveness. It was something I sought out at any opportunity during my jaunt in the U.K. Having a mother who was passionate about history and museums, I spent a good majority of my childhood walking around ruined abbeys and running across run down and abandoned military posts from the 1700s (a guesstimate). The variety and richness of York was always so exciting. It is such a magical place.
Apart from the freezing cold wind!
