As I am writing, the Viking festival is already a week past. The festival coincided with Kees and Thomas' "mid-term vacation", and York was bustling with tourists, and above all, Vikings. On Saturday, we went to the Museum Gardens, and watched this horde of fierce Vikings practice for the great battle that was to take place that evening. They never seemed to tire of lining up in two rows and storming at each other with load battle cries.
On Sunday, we decided to visit the actual site of a Viking battle: Stamford Bridge, where, in 1066, king Harold celebrated a decisive victory against an invading Viking force, only weeks before he himself was defeated at the Battle of Hastings. Most people had warned us that there was nothing to see at Stamford Bridge. They were right, of course. But we had a nice walk anyway. And after the Viking weekend one only needs a bit of imagination to think what the scene may have looked like almost a thousand years ago...
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