Lots of ignorant people in York today. Tourists, no doubt. People that don’t quite understand what the words, “Excuse me, please” mean unless you say them more than once in the busy bookshop you’re trying to weave your way round. And people that push past you, as if in a rush, and then just stop dead right in front of you, and tut loudly when you then have to navigate back round them. We went on the section of the wall at Micklegate today. It was freezing, and wet, but very busy. And you can see right into people’s bedrooms.