Well it’s an acronym that’s become rather well known over the last few weeks as today sees the start of the Tour de France in that beautiful French Département of Leeds et Harrogate. Regular readers might have expected me to do one of those Welcome to Yerkshire phrasebooks for t’Tour competitors but I see t’internet’s full of them already. And I recently did a piece entitled Horse’s Doovers on Yerkshire lass Caroline who mashed up her French phrases on Come Dine with Me. How often can you Mock the Weak?
No this is just a personal little posting really because my cycling-mad son-in-law E and lovely daughter S have gone up to see Le Grand Départ and have taken our youngest grandson E with them. They were there to cheer on Chris Froome in la Place de la Concorde last year as he won the Tour, whilst Sarah was heavily pregnant with E. His dad promised the little fella even then he’d be there to support the event for real when it landed in the the Dales wearing his little red polka dot jersey. He’s our little King of the Mountains alright. So we are busy scouring the TV screens this morning to keep a watch out for them. No sign yet! Hang on here they are….
This is a small postscript to say that as much as I have a bit of fun at Yerkshire folk from time to time, I have to admit they did a fantastic job promoting and supporting the TdF yesterday. What a brilliant first day; great crowds, beautiful scenery, thrilling action – what about that Cavendish crash! Yorkshire you did us proud tha’ knows (and I bet you’d never hear those words trip off my dashboard keys).