My parents live on the northern edge of the Yorkshire Dales and their local paper is full of these sorts of things. Maybe I find it a nice escape from London life, where our local free paper is full of tales of murder and woe.
Not that London life is all bad. I occasionally fantasise about living in the sticks, breathing the fresh air, growing my own food, wildlife surrounding us in a Disneyesque fashion.
Then I step out of my front door and am bombarded with people from all echelons of society and all four corners of the globe. Within a 5 minute walk I have restaurants covering South America, Italy, Kurdistan, Thailand, Turkey, Japan, a lovely yarn shop, quirky boutiques, bus links, tube stops, old Georgian squares, including one where George Orwell used to live, an Italian Futurist museum. I could go on.
If only I could have all this and a bigger garden, where I could rear and shear Wensleydale Longwools and Alpacas.
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Nicely coincidental. Yesterday I finished All Creatures Great and Small audiobook which made me want to go visit the Yorkshire Dales myself. :)
James Herriot is quintessential Yorkshire Dales, If you visit the UK I'll show you round them. There's alot of knitting history as well as good beer, walks and people.
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