|Lunchtime at Carr Lane Farm|
Walking near Penistone today, the weather forecasters' promise of bright, sunny spells did not materialise so my photographs were poorly illuminated. I plodded for three hours and The Sun God did not show his face once. Still, after the excesses of Christmastime it was nice to tramp for several miles and to tire myself out.
Later, back in Penistone, I visited The Arts Cafe opposite the parish church for refreshment. I fell into conversation with an elegant and articulate woman who soon explained her heritage. She was born in Equatorial Guinea - her father was from the Basque region of Spain and her mother was from the Catalan region of France. She had married an Irishman and after living in both America and Australia they had settled in Yorkshire where her three children were born.
Not that she was particularly interested but I was proud to tell her that in contrast I am a thoroughbred Yorkshireman. All my great grandparents were born here and so were my four grandparents and my parents too. I was born in Yorkshire like my three brothers and my own children were born in the county. Not a whiff of Equatorial Guinea, not a drop of Basque blood. All pure Yorkshire! The Master Race!
Another picture from Carr Lane Farm... oh and by the way Penistone is a genuine place name. I swear I did not make it up.