The three of us and your aunt Terriann went up to York for a couple of days this past week, and let’s just say we were looking to see if we could change our train tickets after one night there. (The only thing stopping us was an extra 210 quid).
But don’t get me wrong, York’s a cozy town that beautifully blends relics from the past with a modern urban scene – the old city wall, the York Shambles, and the cathedral all didn’t feel or look out of place next to high street shops, independent cafes, and the National Rail Museum. And the serene river that cut through the town had a romantic Florentine feel to it.
All that being said, traveling with a baby changes the dynamic of visiting cities. Everything we wanted to check out had to be stroller-friendly, not difficult to get to, or timed just right with your naps. So don’t let our pictures fool you into thinking we were at any one place for more than a few moments. Our trip to the National Rail Museum, for example, was a quick walk around until we hit the soft-play zone where you ended up getting shoved out of the way by an older boy.
Finding restaurants was even harder given all your allergies. Sadly, we’ve come to the conclusion that we just have to eat at big chain restaurants because they cater to the masses which also means regularly dealing with people with allergies.
Not only that, but you were still recovering from a bad cold and the Airbnb we stayed at was a far cry from home. The comforts of home are hard to describe, but I’m pretty sure you get it. We could all see your eyes light up the moment you realized you were back home, free to crawl around everywhere and banging away at your toys.