Welcome to the city of York, set in the northern shire of England.
The home of emperor's and king's, convict's and criminal's and
our very own Henry Dent.
Blessed with an abundance of character and ripened with tales to
tell, the city has sat for many a century upon the vale. Whilst
smaller cities blossomed and grew to swallow their surrounding
settlements; York has stayed safely within sight of its walls and
a sense of playing second fiddle rests upon the city's shoulders:
Its prince will never be king, its cathedral never host a coronation.
But still, its ancient beauty enchants all comers. Its narrow streets
with brightly lit windows, overhung by an array of olden day
dwellings, welcomes and covers each traveller like a warm
woollen cloak. Within days of arriving, a visitor feels as though
they belong, as if they have made a new friend who is rooted
and understated and strong, who will remain forever where
their feet have been set.
So wander the streets and snickelways and visit the places where
Henry's story was acted out; 'For all the world is a stage and
all of you are merely players upon it.'