Theory and reality

[cromwell]

I've just come back from a short break in the East Yorkshire Wolds. A little village about nine miles from Driffield. A very nice, peaceful, quiet place. Very traditional, it's almost all farming around there.
When the owner of the cottage informed us that a house just up the road was owned by someone high up at the Wakefield S.culputre p..ark I was a bit surprised; not least because that must be seventy miles from where he liives.
But isn't it typical? Someone high up in an arty public body, who would doubtless swear eternal allegiance to diversity and inclusivity, leaving in a place like that? He could live in Bradford, that's very diverse. Or Agbrigg in Wakefield, ditto.
But no. Like all these people, he seems to live in a virtually all white enclave, in a chocolate box setting. Working from home he needn't even go near Wakey for most of the week.
They talk their lives one wy, but liive them another.

[Workingman]

Cromwell I was in the same area over last weekend till Wednesday - Great Hatfield.

The area is like the empty quarter. It has always been farming land. Chocolate box one street villages of 17th and 18th century cottages and a few remote manor houses. There have never been mines or steelworks or mills or any type of industry thereabouts.

It is about as far removed from the reality for most of us as you will get, certainly in England.

It is the ideal place for our rulers and betters to preach to us plebs from - and they do! Safe from the madding crowd, eh?

[cromwell]

Not half!

[Suff]

It is the ideal place for our rulers and betters to preach to us plebs from - and they do! Safe from the madding crowd, eh?

Without a shadow of a doubt.