Yorkshire is England's biggest ceremonial county. Our population is bigger than Scotland's thought we don't receive the advantageous funding that Scots have enjoyed for generations. We hope to get a big slice of that when or if Scotland goes independent.
Official forms often ask correspondents to state their "nationality". Here in Yorkshire, I am not the only one who prefers to write "Yorkshire" rather than "British" or "English". We are rightly proud of our wonderful and varied county with its rich history and its spirit of common sense, fairness and creativity.
We feel ourselves to be a long way from London which seems like an alien place populated by Old Etonians, bankers and newspaper editors who know little about Yorkshire and the rest of The North.
Yorkshire Day is a time for celebration. For Yorkshire puddings, Wensleydale cheese, Yorkshire curd tarts. A time for remembering Fred Trueman, Amy Johnson, The Bronte Sisters, Captain James Cook, J.B.Priestley, Andrew Marvell, Ted Hughes, William Wilberforce and Guy Fawkes.
Yes my friends, let us dance to "On Ilkley Moor Baht 'At" and then let us sing the old football refrain that has often been chanted by vocal Hull City supporters through the decades: "Yorkshire! Yorkshire! Yorkshire!" The lyrics are easy to grasp.