Aesthetica Short Film Festival 2018 roundup

It’s November: the Aesthetica Short Film Festival has returned to York, and I with it.  As I wrote last year, I went for the first time in 2016, but the festival itself has been running for eight now. For five days, short films are shown at thirteen different venues across the city, ranging from purpose-built cinemas…

A short blogpost about short film

I’m writing this post a week after a film festival which takes place in York every November.  This is the seventh year that the Aesthetica Short Film Festival has been held, and this time it was a full five days long, featuring 300 films, and used as many as eighteen different venues.  Fortunately, nowhere in…

18 things I like about York

The Minster Of course, the main fame of the city. Largest Gothic cathedral north of the Alps, the shining white towers that can be seen from all over, the view from Lendal Bridge as you enter from the railway station and the disjunct dongs of the bells every quarter-hour which let me know that I’m…

Things which aren’t in York

I have lived in York for nine years now: nowhere near as long as some people have, but it’s certainly enough time to see a few changes coming and going. And any angels looking down upon the city must have had quite a bit of change to observe over the centuries. In travel, we visit…

The sights, sounds and smells of York

I think that somebody in my neighbourhood is keeping chickens. Every now and then, I wake up on a Saturday morning to hear them clucking and cock-a-doodle-dooing. I don’t mind the sound, though, any more than I mind the sound of the Minster bells chiming the hour. It’s a beautiful day, so I decide to…

Things I have done in York

Later this year, it will be ten years since I first moved to York.  I grew up in a much bigger city, so since I moved here, it’s been such a pleasure to be able to live somewhere where I can step out of my front door and, often within half an hour’s walk, see…

A walk beside the river

Sometimes I’ll be walking through a city with a river, and a little part of my mind will ask, ‘What are rivers for?’ It’s a silly question, of course. Rivers are just there – parts of the landscape that can be diverted, perhaps, but never altogether done away with. I think it’s because I didn’t…

All the world’s a stage

The other day I was taking a shortcut through Coppergate, the little pedestrianised cul-de-sac which is home to the Jorvik Viking Centre, and I noticed a crocodile of schoolchildren streaming through the street. You see quite a lot of those in York: out on a class trip to the Minster, Clifford’s Tower, or, in this…