I've been very privileged at times to be a guest at two or three different Point-to-Points, and have thoroughly enjoyed them all, but right up until this weekend the closest I have ever been to the races was camping on Hexham racecourse on the way up to the Orkneys when I was about seven....so a few decades ago now.....
That has all changed, and I am no longer a racing-virgin.
My far from singular lack of success at the bookies on my p2p trips, well there might have been an odd one or two but very rare ones, has not been altered by the weekend. I have no faith in reading form, or any other scientific methodology in betting, which is a shame maybe as "just liking a name for some mystical reason" is clearly not good enough......
Then on Sunday, the culture........
The moment before this would have been a much better picture, the two whippets were looking over my way but my camera was off and by the time it was on they were moving away, still, it's not so bad I guess....
Years ago, somewhere in the mid-90s I was valuing agricultural properties in the North Yorkshire area, Craven & Harrogate Districts in particular, and met some truly fabulous and interesting people, as well as some with other attributes, but that would make another story in itself.
One such was David Yorke, listed as "landed gentry" in places where such things are listed, and a pleasure it was to meet and spend time with him going around the family estate looking at this and that. I met his now late-father, Major Yorke, a former Master of the Pendle Forest Harriers, and had a guided tour of Halton Place, the family seat in the midst of the estate. Happy times.
One thing that was mentioned in our many and varied conversations was the random fact that the family had their own window in York Minster......I mean, how can you follow that? Not being a regular visitor to York, and never having actually been in the Minster I just absorbed the fact as impressive to put it mildly, but then all these years later it came to mind like such things sometimes do.
I think I found it!
I would need to have some help in deciphering all the hidden messages and not-so hidden ones too to be honest, but there you have it.
There were an awful lot of occult and masonic symbols dotted around the statues, paintings, and in fact embedded into the architecture too, but this isn't a blog on esoteric matters, so I'll not even attempt to make an comment on things that go on behind the scenes of the "establishment", it's probably best that we don't know to be fair...
One fresco made me put the camera to one side and go for a walk instead, I mean, really.
Oh, and that they ruled their realms with steel....
Ha. What else could the irony generator have come up with?
You don't say much these days?
A long exploratory walk around the main central parts of the old town, then it was time for eats and home. What a lovely weekend though.
York, go, look for yourself, but don't back any three legged horses, no, really.
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