A Quintessentially British Day (Sans Pimms)

Horsforth was Wolfie and I's destination as part of our magical mystical bus tour of West Yorkshire on the days we happen to spend off together. You get t'number 9 from t'bus shelter smelling of t'urps and we even grabbed a novelty biscuit from t'greggs along t'way. The bus was 20 minutes late and the driver was a t'wat but we got there eventually in the brilliance of a summer Sunday (one of few so far in this dismal dreary summer).

( It's Pimms Oh Cock! )

Fearing we needed to head back, we headed back into town to find we had a half hour wait for our bus. This meant we had to take up residence in another hostellry and got sucked into the Wigan Warriors v Huddersfield Giants Super League game on the TV. One pint turned into two as we vowed to see this end-to-end match through and we were glad to see Yorkshire prevail. An excellent sport and one I would like to go and see live at some point in the future. Wolfie spent a lot of the time explaining the more subtle rules to me as being from Yorkshire, he had a greater empathy than I with my Teesside ways. It was sad that the commentary was turned off at half-time though. After the game, the pub focused on karaoke and the bus soon arrived - not a moment too soon.

A Quintessentially British Day (Sans Pimms)

Horsforth was Wolfie and I's destination as part of our magical mystical bus tour of West Yorkshire on the days we happen to spend off together. You get t'number 9 from t'bus shelter smelling of t'urps and we even grabbed a novelty biscuit from t'greggs along t'way. The bus was 20 minutes late and the driver was a t'wat but we got there eventually in the brilliance of a summer Sunday (one of few so far in this dismal dreary summer).

( It's Pimms Oh Cock! )

Fearing we needed to head back, we headed back into town to find we had a half hour wait for our bus. This meant we had to take up residence in another hostellry and got sucked into the Wigan Warriors v Huddersfield Giants Super League game on the TV. One pint turned into two as we vowed to see this end-to-end match through and we were glad to see Yorkshire prevail. An excellent sport and one I would like to go and see live at some point in the future. Wolfie spent a lot of the time explaining the more subtle rules to me as being from Yorkshire, he had a greater empathy than I with my Teesside ways. It was sad that the commentary was turned off at half-time though. After the game, the pub focused on karaoke and the bus soon arrived - not a moment too soon.