I cycled into work alongside the river and listened to the steam train building up a head of steam in the railway museum next door to the path. It was a beautiful sunny morning, by the river, in a beautiful city. I thought about how much I'm going to miss living in York for two years and all the very good friends we have here. Then I thought about the wonderful opportunity we have got to live in Uganda for two years.
There's an article in the Local Link for July about living in York:
You know you're from York when:
- You pass the minster and don't look up
- You use the medieval city walls as a short cut without looking away from your phone
- At some point you've uttered, 'Oh, another royal visit?'
- You walk past a Viking, a Roman and a completely purple man - and don't bat an eyelid.
- There is no question in your mind where Richard III should be buried.
Yesterday evening our son came over to see us and we went out for a drink in the Morris Minor he and Glen have fixed and got on the road. It was a balmy summer evening, we only needed shorts and T shirts even at 10pm. Uganda weather!
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