Still recovering from: a) jet lag; b) surprise at how nice Yorkshire is (they could turn up the heating, but otherwise lovely places and people); and c) an aversion to clicking on Hong Kong news to see what’s going on.
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Back to the shithole.
Tell me that you are old without telling me that you are old: a coachtour to the Costa del Yorkshire in the fall.
You wrote that you were going somewhere exotic, and I imagined a far-away mountain-top, or the almost hidden source of a great river.
If Yorkshire is exotic, what word can describe the marvels, the allure, of Essex, the county where I was born?
God’s Own County
the marvels, the allure, of Essex
Ah! Essex Girls!