Mrs. Teabody Greets the Day

  After leaving Stratford, we traveled  to York where we spent a week enjoying the best of Yorkshire, which is pretty wonderful. Herein days 1 and 2. Once again, this is a journal which you may or may not find interesting. Here we are in Herriot ( and Greathead) country Friday April 1, York . Less than three hours after decamping from the Shakespeare Hotel in Stratford upon Avon, we arrived  by Sapphire Taxis at our rental which would be home for the next week. This location was just one half mile from the York Railway Station and all of York proper was just through the walls that almost completely surround this beautiful city. Stairs, cases😂 Donna's room was entirely too small but Donna is one of those traveling companions who make the best of everything. We moved in, then once again donned winter scarves and hats and made our first precarious walk along busy, busy, busy Leaman Road past the enormous Railway Museum and through our pedestrian ( and bike) tunnel. Just after that we

This is the diary of a trip, made mostly for those of us who traveled together.  Please feel free to read if you are so inclined. Let's go! This holiday to England with Mr. Teabody and friends Joan and Donna would turn out to be the best thing that's happened to me since the world shut down in March 2020. Like so many other people, I have always been regenerated by a voyage to another life, an endeavour that calls upon some talents (?) that too often lie dormant for long periods of time. Let's face it: doing nothing is easy. Travel? It makes demands. It presents challenges. It calls upon you to make choices/decisions that sometimes make you feel you are in a "ohboyherewego" film clip that may or may not end well. This one does end well. It does exactly what travel should do at its best. But you must listen. I will tell the story in parts and the very first part is a sentimental journey to Stratford-Upon-Avon. You know: Shakespeare and all that.   Leaving home: Th