Naturally, I have been to all of these cities but the two I know best are Kingston-upon-Hull which is commonly called Hull and Sheffield where I am currently writing this blogpost. Hull was the city of my first eighteen years and I even went to school there for five years. It is the home of my beloved football team - Hull City.
Sheffield is just my adopted city. Home to almost 600,000 people, I have lived here since 1978. I know it like the back of my hand.
Of all the Yorkshire cities, the one I know least is Bradford. I have been there just three times. Firstly, it was to play rugby against Bradford Grammar School. Another time it was to see Hull City playing Bradford City at Valley Parade and once it was to take a party of schoolchildren to visit what is now called the National Museum of Science and Media.
Bradford has a sizeable South Asian community - previously linked with labour in the woollen industry. Most of those people claim Islam as their religion. They make up 27% of the total population of greater Bradford which, like Sheffield, is nestled on the eastern edge of the Pennine hills.
Anyway, I am going to Bradford tomorrow morning. I will be heading up there by train and returning in the evening. My plan is to walk through the city centre and then two miles north to Lister Park where I hope to visit the city's main art gallery - Cartwright Hall.
It will be an adventure and one that I shall no doubt report upon when I get home. The weather looks set fair for tomorrow and I have printed off a map to guide me. I feel that I have been languishing within these four walls for far too long. Time to get out and see the world again... well Bradford anyway
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