In early November 2014 I had to go to York on business. It is a beautiful city and so I decided to take the rest of the family. After my meeting, in the late afternoon and as the light started to fade, we went for a wander round a section of the city walls.
Dusk fell and we went back to our hotel. I can’t say we had the best night, not least because there was a feint smell of drains which pervaded our sleep. It permeated our nostrils and crept to our core, causing us to toss and turn in our troubled slumber. The hotel we had booked was a member of an international chain. As such, we expected a certain level of general cleanliness. We didn’t expect (or much appreciate for that matter) this smell, nor whatever it was we found dangling from the underside of the taps the next morning.
I have no idea what it was, but you will probably make a few unappetising guesses that match the guesses we made. I took some loo roll and carefully pulled the dangly monstrosity from its roost. I took it down to the front desk and presented the grizzly mess to the concierge.
I would have preferred not to have found it in the first place.
Points in this post (copy and paste the co-ordinates into Google Earth):
- Gargoyles on York’s City Walls: N 53° 57.7689W 001° 04.713
- Date of Visit: 2 November 2014