In the garden behind Cafe No. 8 all was quiet. There was the buzz of mid-morning insects inspecting their plants; leaves and blossoms thrilling to their attention. The clatter of the blind man’s stick came to me through the passage and he glanced vaguely in my direction as he seated himself at the adjoining table.
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Around this time of year the local traders in York’s Quarter get together and display a series of ice sculptures outside their premises. It’s a popular event, this year spilling over into adjoining streets. Here are just a couple of the sculptures from yesterday.
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