yorkshire passion

Yet another competition I entered, in November, describe Yorkshire passion in 200 words..... yeah, right.  I didn't get a call.

Yorkshire day.

It starts as a seaside sunrise picks the colours from buildings and cliffs ‘round Staiths.
Behind the Hole of Horcum a steam train chuffs revelers to Whitby
and gliders chase clouds over Sutton Bank.
There rises the sound of furniture formed by the hands of Kilburn carvers.
Heather glows in dales en route to scoffing fat rascals in Bettys
and we jump the clints and grykes at Malham.
From the Hepburns and Moors at YSP
they head to Wensleydale creamery and on towards the brews of Masham .

We smile, a poddy lamb is yet again shooed from Tan Hill’s highest bar
and we recall Bardsey still boasts Britain’s oldest Inn.
Afternoon sunlight blings off Ripley’s classic cars as
famous ice cream melts over lovers’ fingers.

Kids leap the stones at Bolton priory
while grandma sups a Devonshire Arms high tea.
Then a smoky lunch in an ancient pub in Appletreewick,
our dogs lying spent at foot.

That evening, townsfolk chat, singers sing and artists endure
japes from revelers half way through Wetherby’s ten pub crawl.
Finally, city Leeds, come midnight,
the hugs and giggles escape merrily
from theme clad students
stumbling from pubs, to clubs, to dorms,
to bed.