Southall is where I live, Hampton Hill is where I work, West London is where I travel but these are not my home.
My home will always be the wide open spaces of Yorkshire, it’s raw industrial past, it’s coasts and rivers, the bustling market towns and quiet villages, plus the forgotten but loved city of Hull.
This is what defines me, my quiet northern ways unnoticed in the wide diversity of our capital, but I make no apology. I am who I am, a exile of one of the finest, most human parts of the UK. London may be the richest, most diverse, most exciting city in this wonderful land, but its not mine.
My home defines me, take it or leave it. Yorkshire is who I am and where I shall return, at some long distant time. That’s my home, and always will be.