Sunday's plan was the York Eye. I think officially it's the Yorkshire Wheel, but technically it will always be the York Eye. I don't really like big wheel things. I like high buildings but I don't like big wheels, especially when Cat informs everyone that you can hear the wind at the top. This was shortly followed by the information from Dean that if the Wheel broke down, he would abseil down using his mittens.



Once we were on I held tightly to the seat. I knew that once it had gone round once, it would be fine, I just had to manage the one rotation. Except it kept stopping to let everyone on. And you could hear the wind. And Dean kept talking about what if it broke down.


After we'd gone round once, I was fine and free to enjoy the views and take stupid pictures involving finger puppets and mini David.



And then we went to the National Railway Museum, which was actually not all that interesting because you could only get on one train and that was the Bullet train and I've already been on one in Japan.



Then we went to la pub.

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