Happy Yorkshire Day, everyone!
With apologies to Jack, I am afraid I will be unable to meet the criteria for his generous giveaway. I've posted my chip butty efforts in the past and I find it to be a tasty, albeit infrequent treat. I was very much looking forward to making one today but unfortunately, I was shocked to find that we have no potatoes in our pantry! Potatoes are a staple in our household so it was no small surprise to see them missing, and I will be unable to go to the market to pick some up before the holiday expires here shortly.
Still, I would like to make a post to at least join in the spirit of the day and I will have to treat myself to a proper chip butty another day.
Growing up, I was an avid reader (still am, to an extent). I consumed everything I could get my eyes on, for better or worse. My favorite boyhood novels, though, usually centered around wildlife and humanity's beloved canine companions. Owd Bob: The Grey Dog of Kenmuir, otherwise known as Bob, Son of Battle here in the states, was one of my very favorites. Written in 1898 by Alfred Ollivant, it is unique (by today's literature standards) in that the dialogue was written in what is known as the Cumbrian dialect. Though I am no expert in English dialects, or even geography for that matter, it is my understanding that Cumbria is at the very least "Yorkshire-adjacent".
If you have not read it, I highly recommend it. It's the story of two dogs and the characters that surround them. I found it difficult as a boy to decide which hound I loved more, Bob or Red Wull. Despite Red Wull being meaner than the devil, and his owner M'Adam being even worse, there was a sense of tragedy about the pair that evoked some small amount of compassion within my juvenile self.
“In my life I’ve had three friends. Ma mither – and she went; then ma wife” – he gave a great swallow – “and she’s awa’; and I may say they’re the only two human bein’s as ha’ lived on God’s earth in ma time tha iver tied to bear wi me; and Wullie. A man’s mither – a man’s wife – a man’s dog! It’s aften a’ he has in this warld; and the more he prizes them the more like they are to be took from him.”
I've posted this book before. It is the most cherished in my whole library. An 1899 edition, gifted to me by my late brother a few years ago. Pictured with an old friend and an afternoon cup of coffee.
Happy Yorkshire Day!