Tell
a
Yorkshireman
or
Yorkshirewoman
how
beautiful
their
county
is
and
you
will
receive
no
more
than
a
shrug
in
reply,
for
they
already
know
and
believe
implicitly
that
this
is
"Gods
own
county,
his
masterpiece".
Broad,
beautiful
Yorkshire,
the
land
of
the
White
Rose.
Once
a
kingdom
in
it's
own
right
Yorkshire
has
never
lost
touch
with
it's
heritage
or
it's
identity.
The
largest
county
in
Britain,
stretching
from
the
Pennines
-
the
mountain
chain
known
as
the
"Backbone
of
England"
-
in
the
west
to
the
east
coast
and
the
North
Sea.
Yorkshire
is
a
microcosm
of
Britain
in
it's
huge
diversity
of
scenery.
Mountains,
wild
moorland,
limestone
scars,
rocks
of
millstone
grit,
bubbling
streams
that
become
foaming
rivers,
sprawling
valleys
and
dales,
rolling
wolds.
Yorkshire
has
more
castles,
magnificent
ruined
Abbeys
and
monasteries
and
great
stately
homes
than
any
other
county
of
Britain
-
but,
then,
Yorkshire
folk
believe
they
have
more
of
everything.
Grander,
more
dramatic
and
undeniably
more
spectacular
than
the
puny
hills
of
those
not
lucky
enough
to
have
been
born
in
Yorkshire,
where
the
only
sound
to
be
heard
is
the
curlew
in
the
blue
skies
above
and
the
rippling
of
the
water
in
the
rivers
and
streams
that
meander
through
the
valleys
and
dales
of
this
wonderful
county.
"A
Yorkshire
person
has
a
strong
backbone:
lean
on
it
but
do
not
try
to
bend
it"
Let
me
show
you
why...................
