After a slow and lazy morning, we spent Monday in museums, on boats, outside on the river, in town, in parks, and in former prison exercise yards. The boys got to see Victoria-era York, the swinging 1960a, and toys from the 1990s which don’t seem old enough to be in a museum. Does that mean I’m old enough to be in a museum? Seriously, the 1990s. There was a Mario Brothers Nintendo cartridge and console behind glass in a display case so small kids could see “old video games.” Not ok, man.
First full day in York ✨ It was a doozy…busy, fun, beautiful, and a little overwhelming with the kiddos. They got overwhelmed; Bill and I got overwhelmed. We had to remind ourselves a few times that they’re small children a long way from home and we’re the grownups so we had to be mature and patient and responsible. Aside from a few meltdowns and a few times we had to change plans, it was a pretty sweet day. We saw Clifford’s Tower (no, not the big red dog), the Shambles, a lot of Vikings (the annual festival is in town), York Minster, and grandma and granddaddy got here just in time for dinner at a 300 year old pub 😋