Time to go north, the Proper North where folk get home deliveries from Sainsbury and where locals can spell “kappachino” if not pronounce it. Yes, it’s York. Almost. At 13:00 I was in Waterbeach, probably sulking.  By 15:55 I was parked up in the Heworth Inn, ten minutes walk from the walls, with a pint… Continue reading BOWIE & BOMBARDIER ON THE YORK BORDER