Eyup, this might be t’ Monday Musings but I’ve scribed it on t’ Friday cos it’s t’ most wonderful day of t’ year: Yorkshire Day.
Ok my patience for writing with a Yorkshire twang may have run dry (I’m always told my accent doesn’t sound like the proud Yorkshireman I am anyway) but having spent much of the day driving (rather slowly thanks to the traffic – bloomin’ non Yorkshire folk blocking up our cycle routes!) through the stunning local countryside on the day proclaimed proudly throughout god’s county as Yorkshire day, I’m feeling, not for the first time of late, rather proud of my home lands.
It’s been quite the year for a county often derived by “outsiders” and fiercely defended by patriotic locals, being proclaimed as one of the top 10 places to visit in the world, playing host to Le Grand Depart of this year’s Tour de France (amid a fever-pitch excitement never experienced before for any cycle race anywhere in the world), Hull, or ‘ull as it is correctly pronounced being declared city of culture for 2017 and, of course perhaps Yorkshire’s best known representative, Small Dog (aka Paddington Bear) FINALLY having a film made about him and his adventures (it’s true, Colin Firth sounds NOTHING like him).
It’s also been an amazing year for Yorkshire weddings. With the sun beaming overhead so many couples have been taking advantage of the beautiful Yorkshire landscape and choosing to marry anywhere from the grandest country houses to open-sided marquees and rustic teepees. I’ve lost count of how many speeches lately have spoken with pride about having a wedding in Yorkshire, in fact at one of our recent weddings there was even a Yorkshire Vs The South sing-off as the guests were invited to take part in a rousing rendition of On Ilkley Moor Baht ‘at, beating Maybe it’s Because I’m a Londoner well into submission!
So well done Yorkshire, and for those who spent their day donning flat caps and taking part in Yorkshire pudding themed events well done to thee and you’ve well and truly earned yourselves a nice cuppa Yorkshire’s finest.
Stick t’ kettle on luv