Things we like about smalltown living Pt.2

Remembrance Sunday

There's something heart-warming, not to mention gripping, about smalltown remembrance services. Maybe it's the scouts struggling to hold their flags up, maybe it's the sound system that doesn't really work that well, maybe it's the buglers who can't quite keep together during the last post, and just maybe it's the feeling that there's enough people present to whom the names on the memorials actually mean something.

When the flags get dipped, though, more than a lump comes to our throats.

What Ilkley does well.

Things we like about smalltown living Pt.1

Polite Kids Hey, it's Saturday night, and we're wandering between pubs, as is the way of our lives. And there's a group of kids, I say about 14, angel reckons 16, but whatever...they're sitting on the seats at the top of Brook Street, being bored, which is what teenagers do so well. And the usual calls go up for us to buy them a drink. Only, first, they tell us how much they like us. How they'll be our friends for ever. It's just so sweet. So, well, Ilkley... But, of course, helping them out would be illegal, and we're good people! Oh yes.