The weekend before last saw me heading to Yorkshire again to hang out with my oldest buddy Mhairi. She's getting married soon and moving to Ireland, so it felt like it might be my last chance to hang out with her before the wedding. I got the train down, always an adventure (long story short - I booked the quiet coach, it was not quiet, I tweeted them to complain and they responded saying the quiet coach no longer existed as of the week before. Good to know, Cross Country, good to know. I obviously wouldn't have just driven down if I'd know about that in advance and saved myself a headache.). After a tedious four hours, I nearly cried with happiness when Mhairi said on arrival 'Do you mind if we go to Long Tall Sally to pick something up?' Great minds. I de-stressed by buying jeans and bonding with the sales girl over our shared love of Hoxtons skinnies. Lovely.
We were walking by Bettys the same afternoon and did a double take when we realised the usual round-the-building queue was practically empty, so we raced to join it. My third time in York and I finally got in there! The tea and cake was very good, but I'm not sure it's worth the incredible hype... That night we went to see Walking on Sunshine (SUPER CHEESE ALERT) and delighted in learning that Willoughby was part of the cast. The next day involved a trip back to Bridlington, and chips and ice cream and peanut covered fudge. OMG so good. I love a tacky seaside town so I love Bridlington. I even found the perfect house for me and Tam to move to... Then on Sunday it was home time! I was dumb and didn't realise the Tour de France was going on in York that morning (cause France = York apparently...?) but we managed to avoid most of the crowds by getting there after lunch.
The trip home was slightly more pleasant owing to the conductor also thinking the quiet coach was still a thing, plus my seat buddy was the same guy as Friday so it was a nice peaceful journey.