It had been such a nice morning as well; sat by the Minster in the sun, writing postcards and eating breakfast. I walked to Clifford's Tower as the clouds took over, hoping to find some educational shelter for a while, but it's a completely open-roofed ruin. Just a shell of what once was, £4.90 is a total ripoff for a sparse, uninformative 10 minute experience. It was once overgrown with trees and bushes inside and was a popular place for picnics, and I think it's a shame that English Heritage chose to 'save' it. I didn't even bother taking any pictures.
After that, I walked the two miles to Monument Close, which my miniguide said was the location of the York Cold War Bunker. It was indeed, but the guide neglected to mention it's only open Saturday and Sunday. Dejected and wet, I trudged back towards town, stopping in at The Fox for a drink and a bit of a reprieve from the rain. They have a stuffed fox and rabbit behind the bar.
Since then, the weather has been the worst its been since I've started. Utterly torrential, I had to go back to the hostel to change as I found out my waterproof jacket wasn't waterproof at all. Light, blueish-grey sky mocked me from the horizon, hanging there teasingly, always heading across but never over. Then, as I thought it couldn't get any worse, the rumble of thunder from the distance. That's always fun.
I've decided to seek solace in the cinema this evening - The York Picturehouse - to get away from the rain and finally see the new Star Trek film. I've been waiting for this all week.
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