"We can go to the natural habitat of every Englishman or a woman-the pub. We can also go and see a Viking poo.", said I.
"Yes. Viking poo. It's the poo pooed by a Viking many, many centuries ago."
"And we can see it?"
"Yes. In a Viking museum."
"You're lying! How can a poo stay preserved for all this time?"
"Technology!!!", I exclaimed and off we went to a Viking museum.
We stood in front of a said poo and marveled at its size. It was ginormous!
Viking skeletons (also on display) were, by comparison, pretty small. Unlike today's Norwegians who are amongst the tallest people in the world, Norwegians of yesteryear were meter-nothing tall.
"How is it possible that THAT came out of THOSE?", asked The Husband pointing first at the poo and then at the Viking skeletons.
"I'm afraid we will never know. It's one of the great mysteries of the Universe.", I answered. We turned and exited the Viking Museum and stopped for a drink in a local pub. It was a fitting end to our trip to York.
Scarf: Joshua Joseph
Bag: Rebecca Minkoff
Watch: Olivia Burton