And today’s exciting weight report is that there is no change today.
Having got all that boring shopping and washing out of the way yesterday, I intended to get out somewhere and have a good play with the X-T1. After lots of rain yesterday and early today, things were looking good for today, with general dryness and even some sunshine predicted. So I decided to go to York for the day. I got to the station in time to catch the delayed 11:00 train and got to York not long after 12:00. I had a bit of a wander through the old city, passing this character, who seemed to be enjoying the sun:
I noticed an interesting clock:
And a rather large teddy bear:
At the Minster, Constantine was looking quite relaxed
But this grotesque in the stoneyard looked a bit annoyed
I was alarmed by this street name, which is the kind of thing you could only find in Yorkshire
York, and Yorkshire in general, seems to be getting a bit excited about the Tour de France, which is distinctly off-course and running through the area. There are bike-themed things all over the place, including this remarkable machine. I suspect it’s not competing in the race:
Talking of bikes, this has to be the coolest, or possibly craziest helmet ever:
Having had a good wander, I headed for the National Railway Museum, where I had a late lunch consisting of a cheese and pickle sandwich and a bottle of something cold and refreshing.
I took some more photos, including this detail of the working replica of Stephenson’s Rocket:
I then headed for the station and the next train home.
 Pedant point: he’s not a gargoyle – those are the ones that channel water through their mouths. This guy is purely decorative.
 Shot through a fence, in case you’re wondering about the blurry bits
 More of which later
 OK, OK, York-made beer