not sure how many of us are over here. But hurrah for cloth caps, whippets, lard, meat raffles, moors, sculleries, coal in t'bath and parkin.
and anything else you can think of
it's a well fettled place this. I had beef drip on toast for breakfast with builders tea. the world fades away
I feel like a bit of a tart posting here and thegraun but hello all.
Yorkshire. Land of the Leeds brick man that never was and the White Rose shopping centre that should never have been.
Sooty and Sweep
it's an odd place Leeds. A bizarre ménage à trois of materialism, superstition, and idealism.
economic determinism, the embracing of chaos, and the living of the dream.
Rhubarb, custard and a nice cup of strong tea. Can't be beat.
ahem bacon butty
rhubarb crumble, custard and a nice cup of tea
Laughing at the long snake of tourists outside Bettys.
Not snickering to oneself as the train passes through Wombwell.
Passing Elland Road and being secretly in agreement when opposition fans call it 'a dump'
Loathing Leeds RL because of their history of being Chelsea-like
The Humber Bridge (whilst being thankful I don't have to go over it, paying £2.80 each way)
All the passengers saying 'Thank you' to the driver as they get off the bus.
Dandelion and Burdock.
Charabanc trips as a child to Baitings Reservoir via winding Pennine roads.
Having friends from Wainstalls, in nipperhood, who naturally used words like "thee" "thine" "smote" "hawatta" "sup" and "'nithered."
Knee-tremblers by t'beck.
Riding motorbikes through the Strid.
Testing new websites.
The slow fading of the light in NE Leeds. The poignancy of early Spring. The hope for a new tomorrow.