Road trip PART 2!!!!

So after we'd gotten ourselves reacquainted, said our goodbyes to the ever so charming Weymouth, we set out for the motorway (moan and grumble implied). The beauty of experiencing a trip like this with a non-British, is that you get to hear a different perspective on your home Island. Things that are everyday normalities and things you've seen so many times they're almost invisible, become magical, and things that are only seen in films or read in books. Like a red bus, for example. I mean just writing that makes me laugh, but it was fun to put myself in the 'foreign tourist' category. Whereas before, I'd always travelled Merry Old England in a local, but branching out 50 mins down the motorway kind of way. Either way, it made me appreciate, and see the beauty of the English countryside in a new light. I also got to be the passenger, and that meant that I had no excuse but to take in the scenery (and also take snaps at my tour guide/road trip associate/fellow travellers' request.

That iconic, English country side I was talking about. Oh and a red telephone box to go along with 'British' things. 

A few hours after leaving my little slice of childhood, we made it to York. Now, again with the 'taking things for granted' sort of thing. I'm 100% guilty of doing this, and it might have taken this trip to snap me out of that mindset. The United Kingdom has a lot of history. Along with whole lot of amazing, soul inspiring, stunningly beautiful buildings, preserved to the finest degree. Now I'm not saying that I was ignorant to this, but again with the outside perspective, it's pretty cool, when you really think about it. Anyway, York was just as beautiful as we thought it was going to be. 

 The York Minster is phenomenal, and was also under reconstruction during our visit, which made taking pictures somewhat difficult from certain angles, but as you can see there was still plenty of un-scaffolded-areas to admire at take snaps of.   

Cliffords tower, just a random building on a hill smack bang in the middle of York. The only remains of the York castle still standing. 

After staying in York for one night, and viewing the sights for the majority of the day, we set off on our merry way to the Scottish border!!!!! On the way, however, we were supposed to make a stop off at Stonehenge, missed the turning, saw it from about 600 yards away, decided there was way too much traffic, carried on, laughing at the fact that we were totally okay with missing Stonehenge because of traffic. What a pair of uncultured heathens we are.