The Yorkshire Rose

As some of you may know, I am from Yorkshire. Well actually when I say I am from Yorkshire  I am really lying a little bit. I don't really know where I am from, however I do know that my family are from Yorkshire. Is that enough to be a Yorkshireman? I am going to say yes.

And the reason for this is I find myself picking up all the little phrases and sayings and philosophies. Things like "that'll do" is something which I have now become more and more in touch with, pretty much applying it to anything and everything.

Alongside this the usual "You don't get nothing for nothing" has become a big part of my way of thinking, which is not all together a bad thing. Basically it has stopped me spending so much money on stuff that I don't really need!

Not only these things though, but having spent a large amount of time driving up and down the M1 in my Yorkshire born-and-bred morris minor, I have had a lot of time to reflect that I actually prefer the northern end of that road to the southern. Not only are the Yorkshire dales really quite a nice place to be, but also I really enjoy the way of life. Things sort of happen when they need to happen, and wandering around the farm up there is a really inspiring and relaxing thing to do, whether it be making tile cutters out of washing machine motors, getting tractors from 1951 to start again, or cutting down trees so we can actually get these tractors out of the barn that once covered them from the rain, is something I really enjoy.

And for that reason, Yorkshire feels like where I come from. And so I am going to say it is where I come from.

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