It only takes us 30 minutes to drive into our closest city, the beautiful York. We are so fortunate to live so close to such an historic city. Such a rich pedigree.

• It was founded by the Romans in 71AD,
• The Emperor Septimus Severus ruled the entire Roman Empire from York for 2 years,
• Constantine The Great was proclaimed Roman Emperor in York,
• York was captured by the Vikings and named Jorvik,
• Guy Fawkes (remember remember the fifth of November) was born in York,
• York Minster is one of the worlds largest Cathedrals and took 250 years to build. It is the largest Gothic Cathedral in Northern Europe,

• The Shambles is the best preserved ancient retail street in Europe dating back before 1086,

• Dick Turpin the famous Highwayman was executed in York,
• It has 3 miles of ancient City Walls still intact,

• It is regarded as one of the worlds most haunted cities with over 500 recorded ghosts,
• It has the worlds largest Railway Museum,
• While other Northern British Cities built their wealth on coal, steel and textiles – York made it on Chocolate and Sweets. Rowntree’s and Terrys.

That was supposed to be the end of the post. Trust me York is worth a visit. Basically it’s a really cool City. Especially for a young kid with aspergers whose thirst for facts just keeps growing. He just laps up the facts. When I started writing this post I asked our son to supply me with the information. I completely trust his memory and haven’t bothered to double check the facts.

So it’s so upsetting when he came out with the following Statement a couple of hours later:

“I don’t want to be stupid, I would love to be clever one day”

So off we went for another late night dog walk. I try to provide reassurance. Try to build up his confidence and restore his faith in his dreams. But it often feels like a short term fix. Applying a temporary bandage to the wound. A bandage only protects the wound it doesn’t treat it. As Extreme would sing – I need to find more than words. I need to raise my game…..