on our 'olidays this year, we went to Worksop, Bradford & Huddersfield...oi vey!
quickly, to north Nottz...
where the d.i.y. tatt's are in full swing...me - "are them needles new ones, mate" him - "nah, its alreet though, cos I boiled 'em" me - (yikes!)
"TRUCKS LOOSE, WOMEN TIGHT" - no regrets!
Ramsden reservoir, in glorious Huddersfield
where all styles of outdoor ware are adhered to...parkas, cosmic space waistcoats, etc
Kieran - f/s tailslide
Rod - no-comply to the same
Bambi - bluntside 270 in, believe it or not...
Rees, Son of Rees - nozbluunt skid
discussing the possibilities of dying on the way down...
testing the theories
Kieran front-rawking on the edge
Son of Rees, amidst the cosmic undergrowth
ancient pagan riiites
Kieran holds fast and dives in...somehow I managed to have two cameras with me, each with film in...that's almost as rare a thing as ollieing into this wall
Rees - geggs assisted f/s smith in the deep at Hebden Bridge
Cockney Mare - Slash & Burn
Bambi rasps a backside smith around the corner, as somewhere across town, a gang of rabid feminists deface Ted Hughes name from Sylvia Plath's gravestone
the simple life
Josh. You hit the road, and often, the road hits you back...The North Will Rise Again!