THE most friendly and caring people we have ever met in our travels, kind, funny, welcoming, helpful, interested, compassionate, comfortable…(I could go on). When we arrived by train in York, the announcement said that you should wind your watch back to 1978. I would in a heartbeat.
A sense of home….Sunday roasts (extra gravy?) No problem – served with a smile and a “there you go, my darlin’ , pots of tea, fish and chips, scones, tea cakes, television that you can understand (BBC I player!!!)
Its relaxing and comfortable to be around people who are happy with who they are, they have an identity and heritage that they are rightly proud of, and they will share it with you. Whilst looking at our phone for bearings in York – we were asked if we were “arright? – you look like you need directions…” “you’re not from around these parts are you?” Yorkshire folk will engage with you, they make you feel like family.
Its not until you are there you realise how alike Australians and Yorkshire folk are, both with a dry sense of humour and for many of us, shared values and traditions.
Incredible countryside, wolds, dales, moors, cliffs, seaside, architecture and history.
We’ve been to one or two places on our journeys, I can say with conviction that Yorkshire holds part of my heart, by gum.