Today was one of those days that did not start well, attributable to a memory lapse on the part of yours truly who could not remember where she had placed a voucher for afternoon tea. We had intended to use it on one of our regular trips to York, but in the end dashed off for our train conceding defeat after looking in all the obvious places and a few where I really could not have stored it.
Of course, I finally had my Eureka moment half way there, but by then it was too late.
On arrival we headed for the Art Gallery where the Aesthetica Contemporary Art Competition entries are being exhibited. Oh no, somebody had not done her homework thoroughly, and the gallery is closed on Tuesdays!
Sometimes I really fear not so much that I am losing my cognitive skills but rather that retirement is making me so relaxed, I may as well be.
In any event we still had a wonderful wander around the city centre, enjoying lunch out and a visit to the National Railway Museum where the special exhibit is currently entitled "Churchill's Final Journey," and comprises the train that took the statesman's coffin on its final journey back to Oxfordshire after the state funeral in London. Fittingly the engine that pulled the train was the Winston Churchill.
Best of all, now I have found the missing voucher and memorised the gallery opening hours, I get to go again shortly.