Hopelessly self-indulgent I’m no doubt being, putting bits of my old childhood scrapbook on here, but I’m finding it quite funny seeing York portrayed on these faded old pages, with their carefully-written titles and captions in blue biro, and sellotape all over the place. Before this goes back into a box to be stored again in a cupboard, just wanted to include a few bits.
This was my take on the Castle Museum, when I was about 8 years old:
“When I went to the castle Museum there were lots of nice things there and I liked the old fashioned streets with the shops in and the little machines that you put one pence in and little figures did different things.”
One pence?! I think they’ve cleverly adapted those old machines since, to take account of inflation.