Envelope found on the pavement by the river reminded us that it was ‘Father’s Day’. If Dad deliberately tossed this envelope onto the floor he wasn’t setting a very good example, was he.

On the riverside railings, interesting information on Anglian York, and a fearsome-looking fish

Increasingly rare sighting – a litter bin. Where that Dad should have disposed of his envelope.
And ‘Layer’ again — apparently York’s most active graffiti tagger.

… And round the corner, the picturesque layers of Lendal Tower.

On the opposite bank, the interesting roof of Barker Tower, with bright lichen.

Dear old All Saints Lane … once a delightful short cut-through, now just another gated place.

‘Flares’, on Tanner Row. We spent a long time trying to remember what it used to be called, years ago.

Moooo. Unexpected cattle, in a passageway on North Street

Tiled doorway on Micklegate. Was this Cross the fishmonger? Or a different Cross? It’s not a fishmonger’s now, anyway.

On what’s generally a disappointingly gloomy solstice evening, a dramatic and late burst of sunlight

New hardware shop on Micklegate: Granville’s of York

Cleaned-up frontages on the slowly gentrifying Micklegate, and a grubbier neighbour

And that same late sunlight catches and illuminates one side of Micklegate Bar

So few garages in the city centre now, where once they were many. A surprisingly central one, on Priory St

Sad and lonely chair in a small seating area on Nunnery Lane

Splendid Scarcroft School, looming out of the gathering gloom

On Albermarle Road, always good to meet a local cat …

… which was in the middle of a bit of a stand-off with this other cat, both hanging about near the allotments …

… this one perhaps wanted to guide us to this lovely rusty bit of old metal …

Behind a wall, in the grounds of All Saints School, a hen party remnant

Heading back, over Dicky Bridge in Holgate, which has always and forever been decorated with graffiti, over and over

Dusk falls over the east coast main line, heading south

And we pass under the lines heading north, while a train rumbles overhead.

And emerge from the tunnel into the darkening night of the longest day.