Tomorrow marks the annual celebration for God’s Own County: Yorkshire Day!
As a proper born and bred Yorkshire lass, I thought I’d share some facts, lingo and general awesomeness about the UK’s largest county, to help you all become honorary Yorkshire folk and be astounded by its splendour!
So grab yer flat cap and whippet, stick kettle on fer brew and prepare to be educated ah kid!
They’re going to catch a big one…
Maybe. Or perhaps it’ll catch them!
Anyone who follows me on Twitter may have seen earlier in the week that I shared an article from a national (albeit, tabloid) newspaper alerting the public to a werewolf being loose in my neighbourhood!
Now, being a lover of all things paranormal (and believing in it for the most part) I was naturally intrigued! It seems there have been several sightings by local people of a large, upright, dog-like creature near a water source, that has leaped over high fences and seen to be devouring the wildlife.
And it’s not just wild animals that’s on the werewolf’s menu – one witness reportedly saw it gnawing on a German Shepherd – isn’t that kind of cannibalism?!
“Of course, it had to be a big dog didn’t it? I bet it was a chihuahua really…”
That was my mum’s take on the story – not thinking to question the likelihood of a supernatural creature lurking in the woodland, but totally disbelieving the accuracy of witness reports!
Hello everyone! Today’s post is specially scheduled to go out during the thirteenth hour of the thirteenth day of the… erm…eleventh month! Yes, it’s that day feared more than others for all kinds of reasons – Friday the 13th.
So do you feel lucky? Well do ya? Will today be filled with joy or will every tiny mishap, hold-up or grumble be the fault of the universe and how the calendar has aligned?
I’ll admit that I hold many superstitions but the number 13 isn’t one of them – growing up in a house numbered 13 kind of dispelled that concern. However, there are many others I do abide by, almost subconsciously. Actions I perform without thinking in order to keep the cosmos ticking over without incident!
From an early age, I’d avoid cracks in the pavement, jumping from side to side and teetering on tiptoes just in case I accidentally caused bad luck. What the consequence would be or falling flat on my face (other than displaying my knickers to the world in utter humiliation!) seemed to be determined by whatever myself and my friends thought was the most pressing worry that week. We were only about seven, so these usually sounded something like…
“Eugh… don’t step on the cracks or you’ll have to marry Jamie and have his baaaaabies!”
“Don’t step on the cracks or you’ll have to eat sprouts for EVER!”
“Don’t step on the cracks or Mrs.Higgins will lock you in her classroom. At night. In the dark. And eat you!”
Tomorrow, tomorrow! It’s only a day a-waaay!
Yes, tomorrow is the last day of October, the night the veil between this world and the next is at its thinnest – Hallowe’en! Also known as Samhain (pronounced by some as Sow-en – you see, now the title makes complete sense!) it is officially my favourite celebration of the entire year – I get far more excited over this than Christmas.
Why? Absolutely no idea! I’m not sure whether it’s scooping out all that delightful grot from inside a pumpkin or dressing up to look like an idiot, but I love it. Although Britain is slowly upping its game when it comes to this festival, I’m determined one year to experience it in the US…and then maybe stick around for Thanksgiving too. So if of my American readers want to put up with me for a month next year, I promise I’ll be a good house guest!
But what makes a great Hallowe’en? And what’s behind the certain traditions? Here’s my look at what I consider the four most important elements.
On the far, northern coast of Ireland, giants be a-lurking!
60 million years ago, the coast of Antrim was witness to volcanic activity that sprouted the magnificent rock formations, known as the Giant’s Causeway. Made up of 40,000 interlocking columns, mainly pentagonal or hexagonal in appearance, it became a UNESCO World Heritage site in 1986.
However, legends tell a different story. Steeped in Gaelic myth and mystery, it was supposedly built by the giant Finn MacCool (Fionn mac Cumhaill), so that he could cross the North Channel and fight Scottish giant, Benandonner.