No matter where I go in the world, surrounded by such beauty and wonder, filling my belly with as much scrumptious food and drink as possible, and immersing myself in varying cultures, people and different ways of life, I find myself thinking of home. And for those of you who don’t know me (or have yet to hear my dreadfully broad accent), home is Yorkshire.
True, I can’t see myself living there for good in the long run, there’s other places I’d like to eventually settle and bring up a family, but it’s almost impossible to shake off the feeling home brings, that nostalgia and strange comfort you find in familiarity. So I’ve put together a list of a few things I miss about ‘the north’ when I’m away on my travels.
1.The Yorkshire accent
That warm welcoming accent, and one word in particular: ‘Love’. “Hiya love”, “how are ya love?” “Do you want some help with ya packing love?”
I guess this is more directly related to my experience of living in London, but it makes me want to cry when I come back home and see a 3-bedroomed house to rent with a garage and garden for half the price of a tiny one-bedroomed flat above a Chicken Cottage in London!
3. The food
Yes it’s a stereotype, but bloody hell do I miss a good ol’ Yorkshire pudding and Sticky Toffee pudding with custard, not to mention real fish and chips WITHOUT the skin! (And then dunked in mushy peas mmmm!)
4. The strong sense of community
Again, this is related to my experience living in London, but you can’t help but feel people are more distant down there. In the north we all know our neighbours, their dogs, cats, grandmothers, granddads, the bin man’s name, his wife, the postman, the guy who walks up the road in a drunken stupor every night at 11pm with a bottle of cider in his hand (you get the gist!).
5. The countryside AKA the Yorkshire Dales!
Although I’ve been lucky enough to have visited some unbelievably beautiful places on my travels, places filled with mountains, waterfalls, deserts, volcanoes, beautiful beaches and vast blue tinted glaciers, but it’s hard to miss the green rolling countryside, divided by scattered dry stone walls, framed by the grey slate of the sky with the constant whiff of good, hot, steamy horse manure in the air! “Heathcliffe!” “Heathcliffe!”
6. The tap water!
I can’t stress enough how much I miss the tap water up north when I’m away. It’s clean and actually tastes good! No chemical after taste reminiscent of accidentally swallowing the chlorine water in the swimming baths as a child, no added fluoride, no need to filter. Just pure and simple water. (Scandinavia not included obvs).
Ok, it’s not that I miss chavs, but there are some things which are extremely entertaining about them. Take this car for example, what kind of person would plaster ‘Yo Shag’? across the back of their car. A chav, that’s who! (I was so happy to catch this camera. I think it highlights the essense of a chav precisely!).
8. And last but not least…
(It had to be said!), the price of drinks, and preferably in a quaint countryside pub! From almost fainting in Norway, where the cheapest bottle of wine I could find IN THE SUPERMARKET was £30.00 ($45), to the sound of my male friends complaining that the cheapest pint of beer they could find in London was £4.00, it’s lovely to come back home and be able to buy a round of drinks without breaking the bank and having to declare myself bankrupt.