Picking up from where I left off yesterday, you will remember that I had arrived in York.
That wasn’t actually yesterday,
it was Friday, and at this rate I will soon be lapping myself. I won’t know if I am coming or going. What’s new, do I hear you say?
Walking from the
station to our accommodation, we passed through the city centre. Roaming through the gloaming, (as my dear Mum who fancied herself as Scottish would say) it was a promise of daylight delights to come. Chatting all the way to the Youngest of the Darling
Daughters and her Darling Daughter, the stresses and strains of a long train journey slipped away without a second thought.
“We’ve given you the best
room!” my granddaughter announced, triumphantly when we arrived - and so it was. This is not, of course, how it usually turns out, when the last to arrive has to take whatever room has not already been “nabbed.” But no, my fellow guests had
apparently decided, as one (or, to be strictly accurate, as four) that I should have the best room in the house, bless them. It was truly beautiful, tastefully decorated mostly in pristine white, with white shuttered windows opening to reveal a winding canal
outside, on which resided ducks and geese which gathered to meet me each morning. I immediately felt my whole body and mind relax.
In case we forgot where
we were, we could see York Minster in the distance from the balcony outside our living room beckoning us. I do love a Sense Of Place.
The Youngest of the Darling
Daughters had carefully prepared and cooked a chicken curry - which she then proceeded to leave behind when the family set off on the car journey north. In my new, relaxed frame of mind, I was quick with reassuring murmurs on the lines that at least she wouldn’t
have to cook when she got home. Reassurance was made easier because her fella and her fella’s mother were already cooking a delicious Replacement Curry for our dinner.
The main reason for our visit to the beautiful city of York was to see grandson Jack in a performance of Legally Blonde, presented by the Central Hall Musical Society. I had originally planned to travel up on Saturday, watch the final performance and
head home on Sunday, which would be obvious to any sensible person as a Bit of A Challenge. In the end I gifted myself an extra day away which meant (I hope you are keeping up here?) that I could watch Friday night’s performance too. Why watch Legally
Blonde once, I always say, when you could watch it twice?
We headed off, the five of us, to walk to the Joseph Rowntree Theatre, led by Dunk’em Dave (who
was, regular readers will remember, christened thus on account of his exploits on Family Seaside Days.) He took us along a number of dark, narrow, cobbled alleyways (his lovely Mum and I hobbled hopefully along together, in his wake) until by some miracle
we arrived on a main road leading to the theatre.
I have watched my grandson and his sister in so many theatrical productions. Among many other roles, Jack
has starred as Joseph (of the technicolour dreamcoat), as the Mayor of Who-ville in Dr Seuss’s Horton Hears A Who (if you only ever read one story to your child, make it this one), and - most appropriately - as Jack (of beanstalk fame.) In Legally Blonde,
he took the main male lead role of Emmett and captured the audience with his soaring singing and his engaging acting.
Mind you, this was a Cast of Many Talents
and a show of which cast and production team could be very, very proud. The Youngest of the Darling Daughters wants me to write a review and I always do as the Youngest of the Darling Daughters tells me. It will be the thoroughly biased review of a proud grandmother
but totally accurate for all that. You will be able to read it here - once I reach the end of my weekend.
Tomorrow is Saturday. Well, really it is Thursday but
as far as this account of my Time Away is concerned, it will be Saturday. All day.
I have just SO much more to tell....