Today, I was going to give you a photo entry of my trip back to York. I packed fresh batteries, I had my camera around my neck… and then York pounced on me. Grabbed me by the lapels, pushed me into a shop doorway and started with the heavy petting. Suddenly, I forgot all about photos. I snapped this shot with my iPhone, in a moment of peace.
I lived in York for four years, and spent some of my best years there. I long to go back one day. I really apologise for this next bit; I’m sober and self contained and may well delete it in the morning regardless. But here it is, as wanky as it gets.
My heart is buried under a mound in Bedfordshire; my soul still walks the cobbles of York.