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| This happened in 1974 (from info gleaned here) |
I never really realised that there was a West Yorkshire and a North Yorkshire until today. I mean, I sort of knew it, but I'd never really thought about it.
In all my growings up and being
beaten about the head taught, I seem to recall their being only one Yorkshire, where
Last of the Summer Wine happened (is that *still* going on?) and where there was a town with not only a
railway museum, but also a
viking museum complete with
authentic viking smells (and a hologram!) - there's a far too detailed review
here. I think I first heard about it on Blue Peter (I have a Blue Peter story to tell sometime soon, but I'm going to play in the snow first). Yorkshire was also, of course, the place you wish you'd been born if you had any interest in cricket. Nowadays they'll let anyone play.
I suspect that my prehistoric geography teacher, Az McFarlane never noticed the change and never let us know, although he was more interested in geology, perhaps using us a rudimentary distributed computer to try to figure out which plate movement had isolated him from his friends and family many millions of years earlier...
