Lost in the Old Town

🏰 Lost in the Old Town

York is famous for its narrow old streets. One of them, the Shambles, is so narrow that people in the top windows can almost shake hands across it. On Tuesday morning, Grade 7 was walking through it behind Ms Green. Leo was at the back. He saw a shop window full of old maps and stopped to take a photo.
When he looked up, the street was full of tourists. He couldn’t see any green and grey uniforms. He ran to the end of the street and looked left and right. Nothing. He took out his phone to call Ms Green, but there was no signal. Leo’s heart was beating fast. For a moment, he started to panic.
Then he remembered what Ms Green said on the coach: “If you get lost, don’t run around. Stay calm and go to the meeting point: the big cathedral, York Minster. You can see its towers from everywhere.” Leo looked up above the roofs. There they were — two tall stone towers, not far away.
He walked towards them, keeping the towers in front of him all the time. On the way, he stopped a police officer and asked, “Excuse me, is this the way to the Minster?” “Straight on, then turn left,” she said. “Are you OK?” “I’m fine,” said Leo. “I’m just a bit lost.”
Ten minutes later he arrived at the huge front door of the cathedral. Ms Green was standing there, looking very worried. When she saw him, her face relaxed. “Leo! I was just going to call the police!” Leo showed her his phone. “Sorry, Ms Green. But look — I took a great photo of the map shop.” Ms Green smiled. “From now on,” she said, “you’re at the front. Next to me.”