I have noticed a slight scornful note when Andy Burnham is mentioned as 'King of the North'. We are of course plagued by London based journalists, who sadly have only a sneering attitude when they talk politics. Also, there is this awful social media where everyone can come and take a swipe.
I only know that Burnham has done a good job as Mayor of Manchester, he has a slick appeal, and I reckon the North sending him to London to play for the big time is sticking their finger up to London;) You will all no doubt agree that the Labour Party has fallen away from its roots, lets see what Burnham can do.
Lillie came back yesterday for the summer hols, though she is off once more on a Scout's camping trip this weekend. She said it was so good to be back in Todmorden, people in the street actually smiled at you, so different to London.
There was a false King once in Yorkshire, called David Hartley and his gang, and in 18th century Yorkshire the criminal act of coin-clipping took place as the mechanised looms and mills came in, forcing people out of earning money at home. Clipping coins became quite serious and the value of the pound devalued because of it, so Hartley and his henchman were hunted down and hung.
You can just imagine how it was the remote farms, now ruined, were ideal places for the clipping to take place and it flourished, though not for long.
I have written about Hartley, he is buried in the churchyard at Heptonstall, as is his wife. There was an element of Robin Hood about Hartley, he stole to help the poor. Something to think on!
Midsummer this weekend, how has it come round so quick.
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