The train to York from London was late as usual. Got off the train, stood in the queue for taxi,… got in a taxi and said, “XX Hobgate please.”. Yes. York was once my home. We used to live in Hobgate. This time round I visited York on business much as a tourist. Every street I passed, every bar I crossed, the walls, the minster, everything brought back profound memories I can never forget. Felt very nostalgic. A few snaps for remembrance.