Troops assemble!
Friday night was spent feasting on cheese, meats and pie and copious prosecco and wine. Ana's boyf Sam had outdone himself and had organised flowers and wine to arrive before we got there - fellas, take note! After a few rounds of games and catching up with everyone's news, we hit the hay, ready to make the most of Saturday.
We woke to the sound of bells and the sun streaming through the windows; surely the best alarm clock to ever wake up to?! Feeling energetic a few of us popped to Spring to pick up coffees and take a few snaps of the glorious Minster and the blue skies. God, even writing this is making me desperate to go back again!
We hit up an old favorite, The Pig and Pastry for brunch and enjoyed all kinds of deliciousness, including some seriously naughty doughnuts. A walk in the park afterwards ended up in playing a real life version of stuck in the mud, with poor Celia taking the brunt of the mud home...
Sorry Oli, I stole a couple of your fab photos! ^^
Celia, as always, was very graceful with her mud covered bottom. I'm sorry I howled with laughter so much!
With the boys off finding local beers to sample in the afternoon sun, us girls hit up the nail bar and some shops before reuniting with the boys for a quick glass of something something by the Minster. Our dinner reservation was late so we relaxed like lizards and enjoyed some good old people watching.
Mr. P's Curious Tavern was on the cards for dinner; something we were all looking forward to greatly as it was one of Andrew Pern's great northern hits. A sort of tapas-style occasion, us girlies ordered dishes to share whilst the boys decided to do the tasting menu. I really wish I could rave about this more but unfortunately the service just wasn't great and we ended up spending around four hours waiting for food. Not the one when you're forking out a fair amount. Onwards and upwards! A stop off at Sotano's for cocktails made up for a bit of a damp squib of a dinner so not all was lost.
Sunday was a little bleary and slow. The group split up and made separate ways home, via visiting grandparents and friends. After a quick stop off to buy treats from Betty's, Celia and I packed into Ana's car and sat back and relaxed as Sam masterfully drove us the long journey home.
I forgot how beautiful York is and how lucky we all were to live there for three years - all eight of us have been a little sad all week... perhaps we need to arrange another trip again in the summer?!
L.
