Leaving London - strung out, jet lagged, hungry - heading north and trying to stay awake. We had a hard time finding a hotel we liked and by the time we got to Lincoln, Jack was a basket case. We decided to take the next hotel or B&B we passed no matter what - and landed in the D'Isney Place. It was a charmer and when we got to our room there was tea and a basket of fruit, scented oils for the bath and warm, fluffy terrycloth robes for after. It was heaven.
After a short nap we walked around the town. The hotel is only a block from the minster and the cathedral is lovely, as is the rest of the town. We walked through ancient streets - steep, winding ways - each turning a delight to the eye. We liked it there better than York - quieter and much less commercial. We had supper in a little pub - then back for a last cup of tea and to bed. Ahhh....
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