Yorkshire Love

Yellow jersey decoration in Leeds

I was born and bred in North Wales, only a couple of miles north of the village we now live in, but I have spent most of my adult life over in God's own country, in the counties of North and South Yorkshire.

Firstly I lived in the beautiful and slightly claustrophobic city of York before choosing to spend a good chunk of my salad days in the grubbier but much more down to earth steel city of Sheffield.

I love Yorkshire. I like the Northern humour, the broad accents and the eclectic mix of the place.

I shall always consider Yorkshire as " home" , in the most affectionate and nostalgic senses of the word.

I love the way Yorkshire has embraced the Tour de France. Ok the whole bloody spectacle of skinny  men in Lycra slogging their guts out over a gusset wrenching leather seat leaves me somewhat cold in the excitement stakes, but in their thousands ordinary Yorkshire folk have gone out of their way to support the event, and by  lining the routes and decorating houses, gardens and public areas with tens of thousands of yellow flags, jerseys and the odd yellow bike., they have taken the cycle race to their hearts

They seem to be

' appy as pigs in muck

And " good on ya"