Last Sunday we went to Whitby. I’ve lived here in York for over 20 years; my husband is a yorkshire man, my father is a yorkshire man and I suppose some of my children are too. Jill (aka North York Moore) is very very proud of Yorkshire, it’s a big part of who she is, but I’ve never really got it… So last Sunday we went to Whitby, with a lot of other people, and ate fish.
Then we drove over the moors back to York through skies so epic and old testament they took my breath away..
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“trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky” Kahlil Gibran