Bettys

In York for a training course. It is so nice being here out of season, it is lovely and quiet. The Shambles ( the old butchers quarter, a narrow little street with lots of medieval buildings) normally full of tourists, was completely empty. I think the Minster bell ringers must have been practicing as the church was closed but they made the most wonderful noise for a few hours. I could have uploaded quite a few pictures but in the end decided on Bettys (that's right, no apostrophe) tea rooms where I had dinner. This is quite an institution in York. Fabulous cakes, great food, old fashioned service with waitresses (that's right all female) dressed in long black skirts and crisp white blouses a bit like Harvey girls. There was a piano player playing old standards: Me and my girl, A you're adorable, A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. Mind you he played the Dambusters March as I left. He must have seen me working my way through a pile of Yorkshire sausages and a huge Pavlova. I must admit I felt a bit like a bouncing bomb.