Down again today. Though that is an “after a bit of a walk on a warm day” weight, so it may be artificially low. We shall see…
I decided that it was time I got back into getting out and about on Sundays. I started this last year, then sort of let it drop for the usual reasons of tuitness and motivationlessness. I looked at various options – Hartlepool was nearly the target, but the trains are a wee bit naff on Sundays, so that will have to wait for another day. Then I thought of York – I haven’t been for a while, and it would have been a good day to wave my wide angle lens at the Minster. But in the end, I decided that as it was a rather warm day, I’d prefer a shorter train journey. So I settled on Durham, which is always a good choice. I had to wait about half an hour for a train from Newcastle, but had no wait at all coming back, so that wasn’t so bad.
I had a good wander, took loads of pictures, stopped for a cold fruity ice drink thingy and some shortbread in CaffÃ¨ Nero, then wandered some more and took some more pictures before heading to the station, arriving just in time for a train.
I’ll be posting some pictures over the next couple of days, but here’s one to be going on with:
This slightly scary looking thing is the sanctuary knocker on the door of Durham Cathedral. In what the descriptive sign vaguely describes as “medieval times”, anyone who had committed a serious crime could claim sanctuary at the Cathedral by knocking on the door. Once admitted, they had thirty seven days to sort out their affairs, then could choose to either stand trial or leave the country by the nearest port. Note: this facility is no longer offered.
 If that’s not a proper word, it should be, so there.
 Just for once, I didn’t have their excellent espresso: I was that hot!
 Pedant point: it’s actually a replica of the original
 Why thirty seven? Seems oddly specific
 Not a popular option, what with hanging, not to mention drawing and quartering being part of the “tough on crime” principles of the time…