York, seen by many as the capital of Yorkshire, is a place of great historical and religious significance; a walled city on the Rivers Foss and Ouse with roots as both a Roman and Viking settlement, a street plan in the centre which remains largely as it was in mediaeval times, and a more recent association with railways, chocolate and, of course, Bettys. For me, however, its significance is more personal in nature. Unlike Ilkley, Harrogate and Northallerton, I already knew York quite well before I arrived, having lived there for three years, initially as a student and later as a lecturer at the York branch of the College of Law. York is also the place where in a wider sense my Bettys Tour really started.  It was, therefore, with a sense of anticipation tinged with sadness that I arrived for the fourth and final leg of my Bettys Tour 2019; anticipation at the thought of reacquainting myself with a place I used to call home, and sadness that much of what originally connected me to that place is now no longer there.