In God’s own county

We have just received a letter from the Woodens who used to live in the house next door to us.

Those who knew them will recall that they left Bigastro and eventually found a house in rural France. It was isolated though and they had to rely on another English couple to translate for them. To be honest, we thought they had “jumped out of the frying pan into the fire” and would struggle in their new location. 

Now they have moved to a three bedroom bungalow in Crokey Hill which is on the A19 road between Selby and York just over 5 miles from York centre. In other words, they are back in merry England.

The Woodens, who hailed from just outside London, may well find the accents of the locals a little difficult to understand – there are no long vowels in Yorkshire. They will also have to get used to Yorkshire weather which is a touch colder than here in Bigastro.

Still, they are in God’s own county and will have no difficulty finding such delicacies as Yorkshire curd tart, Wenslyeydale cheese, pikelets, parkin cake, forced rhubarb and some of the best beers in the world. 

We wish them both well and hope that they have, at last found somewhere that makes them happy.