When my little girl first moved to York we dropped her off there and Emma and I booked into a swanky Michelin star restaurant and had a nice dinner for two. It was during a poo break on this trip and taking a look at what was going on nearby I came across a Google Maps marker for Dick Turpin’s grave! Dick Turpin’s grave!
This started a whole side quest of stuff where I realised that the kids of today have no idea who Dick Turpin is, asked people in Booths and everything. Startling. Anyway, I told Amelia she should go, then every time she came home I would ask “have you been to Dick Turpin’s grave?”. Always the reply was no.
Anyway, Emma and I were in York with a bit of time to kill recently so we went to see Dick Turpin’s grave. Quite the sight and story it was too.
