I live in a former mining area of West Yorkshire. Many of the country parks and nature reserves round here are what remains of “deep drop” and opencast coal mines. Now this might conjure images of pubs where if you enter, everything goes quiet and some chap in a flat cap gives you a stern look and says “yer not from ‘raaand these parts are ye” (even though you’ve been a regular of the pub for over 40 years). However, full of character this place may be, it certainly isn’t like that. The area where I live is known as the Rhubarb Triangle because most of the UK production of rhubarb comes from round here and it is famous for “forced” rhubarb; a process involving taking the plant into dark warm sheds, thus developing a distinctive flavour.
The village of Carlton, which was on my route this evening, ran a tongue in cheek campaign several years ago to change its name to ‘Rhubarb”. This was so it could get EU Protected Name status such that you could only call Rhubarb grown here, Rhubarb. (A bit like Champagne, which can only be made in Champagne). This was a bit of fun but Yorkshire Forced Rhubarb does have that protected name designation and you can pass the rhubarb sheds when running round Carlton and Rothwell.
As for my running, after the exit emend and frustration of yesterday, I took it steady and had a nice run this evening despite a little rain (and yes, I am getting mightily fed up with the rain).
“‘As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.’”
Richard is running 10K every day during June, to raise money for a public access defibrillator to be situated at Rothwell Baptist Church. To sponsor him and make a donation, please visit his Just Giving Page.