172: More bits of York

Some American tourists cowering from a light drizzle.

Open coffins can mean only one thing: zombies! (This being York, they are quite likely to be berserkers. I can't decide which is the scariest thing for a zombie to have: an axe in each hand - or ginger hair.)

A peaceful short cut.

Medieval Studies, University of York Archaeology Department.

A little bit of skyline.

Ooh, a cup of tea and a slice of cake would be lovely, thank you.

Restoring the Minster.

If you can work out where all those missing bits fit in, then you've got a job.

Look closely enough and you can see a flying pig. (No, really!)

And finally, York's historic phone box. One of its more famous users is WH Auden, who dictated his poems over it to his editor in London. There are also unconfirmed reports that Catherine of Aragon used it to call her lawyer when she caught her husband, King Henry VIII, in bed with that Boleyn girl (no, not the Other one.)