Yorkshire


It's Yorkshire Day today. The poster above suggests  a pleasant rural region with beautiful green river valleys overshadowed by brooding moors. Such scenes do exist in Yorkshire but it is worth noting that within the ancient boundaries of our wonderful county there are great towns and cities including Bradford, Hull, Middlesborough, Leeds, Wakefield, York and Sheffield.

Yorkshire is home to some 5.5 million people making it bigger than Norway, The Republic of Ireland, Croatia, Lithuania, New Zealand, Costa Rica, Jamaica, Scotland or the American state of South Carolina.

Whereas Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland have enjoyed the fruits of devolution with preferential economic benefits, Yorkshire has often been sidelined. Our disgraced former prime-minister Mr Johnson sought to win seats from Labour with vague and ultimately cynical  promises about "levelling up" the country but this was all just hot air without substance.

Like most British people of my generation, I love the BBC - both television and radio. However, it is my strong perception that you don't hear many Yorkshire voices through the national organs of the BBC. Plenty of Scots, Welsh and Irish but not many northerners or specifically Yorkshire people.

No wonder that a serious new political party sprung up a few years back - The Yorkshire Party. It is not a joke. It's about winning money, investment and control for our people and re-establishing our ancient boundaries.

Like my parents,  all my great grandparents and all my grandparents I was born and raised in Yorkshire. I am far more proud of Yorkshire than I am of England. It is a big part of my identity and so as midnight approaches here in the old West Riding of Yorkshire, I echo the poster's sentiment:
HAPPY YORKSHIRE DAY!


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Streams Full of Stars, like skies at night

 The delightful P reminded me of a poem I know but have never read.
W H Davies’ Leisure 

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

I went to Chester this evening to see the Spanish comedy The Good Boss with the delightful Javier Bardem.
It wasn’t as good as I hoped , so I left the Storyhouse early .

It was raining so I drove home and got home late for me at around 10.30. 
The dogs and Albert and I walked down the Lane soon after 
It was humid and raining still, but only lightly 
And we all stopped at the end of the lane and stared at the sky to the West, the clouds over the hawthorn hedges that shadowed the hidden moon.
Albert chatted his teeth at the bats that circled the single street light and seemed to stand and stare too
And Dorothy growled a low growl when the horses in the livery fields stomped their feet in the grass.
Mary sat down and leaned against my calf , just happy in company

We stood there for an age, until my hair flattened 

A poor life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare


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Wins

 Grateful for another birthday 

I’ve been on the couch 

Recovery is slow


Tell me your wins



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The View From My Kitchen Table

 


I’m not sure what I’m doing today.
The new washing machine was supposed to be delivered but that’s been delayed until tomorrow.
I’m sat eating brunch which is an air fried sausage on mozzarella bagel delight and am looking out of the door onto the patio pondering my day.
 

I’ve been pondering for almost two hours now. 
I’m an excellent ponderer. 
Coffee cup getting filled just twice.
I’ve finally booked to see the Spanish movie El Buen Patrón tonight at the Storyhouse
Which pleased me .



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