Some people are unpleasant
Some people are just plain cruel
They only care about themselves
But they’ve got nothing on you.
They’re just bog standard bad people
You’re differrent, you’re not
You’re rotten to your very core,
You’re cut from different cloth
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Having posted my photos from York, I shall now write a bit about it.. There are a lot of thing to see and do in York, and if I’d spent any longer there this would be multiple posts, but since I was only there a couple of days it will only be this one.
Now, given that York is a very old city with a lot of importance to English history, I’m not going to give a run down of its general history, because I wouldn’t know what ‘highlights’ to pick. I can sum up a few interesting facts about a small town or a village, but not a city. I’ll just talk about what I did there, and touch on the history of the places I visited.
I was staying just outside the city walls, near Micklegate, the southern entrance to the old city. This is one of the places you can get onto the city walls. You can’t walk right around the city, because some parts of the walls are gone now, and they’re not always open; they close at night and when it’s deemed to be unsafe due to weather. But they were open both days were there, and I walked in both directions as far as I could until there was a gap in the wall.
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There’s shadows sat behind your smile
Flickering in your eyes
I’ve always heard them in your voice
Although you rarely cry.
You’ve always stayed a little close
Held me a bit too tight
And at the slightest hint of threat
You’ve been ready to fight.
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Whenever I go on holiday and visit a castle I will always write about said castle, sometimes giving it its own post, and yet I’ve never written a post about my closest castle, despite having visited it a few times in the last few years, and sharing some of the photos from those visits. That strikes me as a bit stupid, so as I visited again recently, I thought I’d rectify things.
Skipton is a town in North Yorkshire, right at the edge of the Yorkshire Dales. Skipton Castle is extremely well preserved. It’s still inhabited, so only a chunk of it is open to the public, but it’s a big chunk, and it’s all still there. There’s plenty to see.
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