We chose to spend the day sightseeing in the city of York rather
than exploring other attractions further afield. This was because we had
business matters to attend to which required visits to the Post Office, library
for administration matters and such. So this morning we caught the bus in from
the Park & Ride, this time taking note of where we had parked.
After attending to our errands, we found our way through to the
Shambles, narrow lanes lined with leaning medieval timber framed
buildings, which in truth we have seen many times now on our travels. However
coming from the New World at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, one really cannot
get enough of this antiquity. We wound our way through the markets, buying a
couple of apples for our lunch, shamefully New Zealand imported fruit, hardly
epitomising the environmental friendly values one might think local street
markets to aspire to.
Soon we came to a little kiosk at the doorway of the Jorvik Viking
Centre, the sight of recent disaster. Just last December the city was struck by
flood and the underground exhibition areas of this museum were spoiled as floodwaters
seeped in and contaminated the whole area with sewerage. Work began at once to
save what they could and today, the attraction, titled Jorvik on Tour, is spread
around the city and the curators are positive that next spring will see the
reopening of a more improved museum. The Minster plays host to some of the
exhibits; these we saw on Monday.
We purchased a “passport” which gave us access to all the
exhibition centres, the first and nearest of which was that in the York St
Mary’s Church which itself has a lot of history. The church itself dates back
as far as 1020, although the bulk of the building only from the early 13th
century, with 14th and 15th century modifications and
alterations. It has the tallest steeple in York at 47 metres high.
Clifford's Tower |
We continued through the city until we reached the site of York Castle,
little of which is left. However the remains of the Norman keep perched high on
an earth hill are open to the public, and free for English Heritage members.
Clifford’s Tower, named for the caretaker sheriffs that lived here for a couple
of hundred years, is accessed by a set of steep steps and offers wonderful
views over the city. The original motte and bailey castle on the site was
erected by William the Conqueror. The present tower, usually described as “the
Great Tower”, was built between 1245 and 1262 by order of King Henry III. It
was encircled by a moat fed from the River Foss although by 1800, the moat was
no longer in existence. The tower was incorporated into the confines of the new
“York County prison” begun in 1826 and demolished in 1935. The grassed centre
of the castle area known as the “Eye of York”, adjacent to our lunch spot, is a
legacy from the days when the castle belonged to the Crown. County elections
and royal proclamations were issued from the precincts. This was transferred to
York City Council in 1988 for the princely sum of £1.
Looking down into the tower |
Views from the tower |
However
the tower is remembered for a far more shameful event in history. In March
1190, there were riots against the Jewish community of York. Many Jews took
shelter inside the wooden tower, but came under heavy attack from the citizens
and several local knights. Rather than be captured and killed, around one
hundred and fifty Jews, including men, women and chldern, set fire to the tower
and committed suicide, those who survived were later massacred by the rioters.
Even in the Middle Ages, the buildings of York Castle were
neglected and by the 16th century, Clifford’s Tower was in ruins.
However, it was too famous, and infamous, a landmark to be demolished. During
the 17th century, it was repaired to carry cannon on the roof, for
the defence of the city during the English Civil War. After the war, it
remained a garrison of between forty and sixty soldiers. In April 1684, during
a ceremonial gun salute, the tower caught fire, burning down the wooden roof
and interior walls.
The approach to Micklegate |
We returned to the Park & Ride bus stop along the wall,
descending to cross the river once more, this time on the Lendal Bridge, the
site of a former rope-ferry crossing. It was still only mid-afternoon, but the
hours walking in the sunshine had tired us and we were happy to return via
Tesco for more provisions, namely an apple pie which we have become rather addicted
to. The temperatures had been a little less than the day before, but still giving
the illusion of an extended summer.
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