The Sunday boast

Jul 31, 2011

The desolate, windswept moors of Yorkshire

Freelance writer Troy Wilkinson writes: The requirements were simple: A bloke weekend with a close mate, somewhere in Europe we’d both never been, easily accessible for both of us, preferably warm and exotic. Quite how we came up with Yorkshire is a bit of a mystery. But perhaps I’m being a bit harsh on England’s north. After all, during his two years living in London back when we were in our twenties, my companion Paul succinctly summarises the extremity of his English travels as “Luton in the north, Gatwick in the south, Stansted in the east and Heathrow in the west”, whilst my previous experience with Yorkshire was limited to a brief stop once in the centre of Leeds. That makes it a tick in the ‘never been’ category.

England is an easy and normally inexpensive hop from Switzerland for me, whilst Paul had returned with his English wife to visit the UK for a wedding, and after leaving his in-laws’ place and driving a couple of hours north on the A1 we were in our chosen region before well lunch time. Chalk that one down for ‘easily accessible’.

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  1. ggm

    Get thisen’ to Farndale Moor lad. Ayeup. Chuffin’ Grand, in the daffodil season.

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