Travel posts are probably my favourite to read.
You may have already seen my post about our time in Leeds and shortly after leaving, we headed to York which was our main purpose of the entire trip.
Our first stop was York Cocoa House.
It was around two o’clock and we were both in need of a chocolate fix so we headed to the one place which, according to Google, does the best hot chocolates in York.
It may be because we visited in the afternoon, but it didn’t taste as fresh as I’d hoped. Nevertheless, the hot chocolate was the perfect companion with the decor as it was a blogger’s dream.
When I go back to York, I’m definitely going to go for a slice of cake.
Our first stroll was towards a rather Instagram worthy building (if you turn right out of the Cocoa House, you’ll see them). We weren’t sure if they were being used as homes, or offices but SO many people were taking photos of them, probably for their own Instagram. If you continue along that particular path, it’ll bring you out to the Art Gallery, cobbled streets, the river and soon enough, York Minster.
We decided to have dinner at Brigantes, simply because sausage and mash was on the menu and quite frankly, I’ve been craving it for weeks. Unknown to me, there were quite a few spices in the sausage which meant I couldn’t eat it so instead, I opted for the steak and ale pie with mash and vegetables, whilst the Mr went for fish and chips. Safe to say, if you want incredible pub food, GO HERE.
Our continental breakfast was included in the competition win and around nine in the morning, we went downstairs and stuffed our faces with the most delicious pastries.
The only thing I would note about this particular free activity is that, the wall isn’t a full circle – it seems to be dotted around the city, eventually making a loop around and I’m a bit gutted that I didn’t manage to capture York Minster from the wall.
That was unbelievably delicious.
We both went into the room with the mind-set of, “if we’re not full, we’ll grab a cheeky Costa before hitting the road.”
We didn’t need the Costa…