Skipton Journal: Yes, This Is Britain’s Happiest Place. (It Looks Beautiful in the Rain.)
But most of those that stay right here (those that got here from elsewhere are often called “offcumdens”) agree that the sense of neighborhood is what stands out.
Danielle Daglan, venue and program supervisor at the city corridor, moved to Skipton in 2002. She stated it was the greatest choice she ever made.
“I feel that Yorkshire has allowed me — without being too cheesy — to become the person I wanted to be,” she stated, including that the folks “are genuinely friendlier than they are down south.”
No one lives right here for the climate, nonetheless. Mr. Rankine, the mayor, stated a sunny day “has been known to happen occasionally.”
Fortunately, he added, “Skipton is one of those places which is absolutely beautiful in the rain — as long as you are dressed appropriately.”
Simon Myers, a retired lawyer who serves on Craven District Council, recalled standing outdoors his residence on a day when it was raining so onerous that the hill reverse was invisible, then turning to his neighbor and saying, “Do remind me it’s the views that we live here for.”
Craven is an prosperous pocket of the north, although not the richest place in the nation. To Mr. Myers, that illustrates that wealth and happiness should not synonymous.
“I think it’s about being self-sufficient, valuing your communities, and doing your bit and mucking in together,” he stated. “It isn’t because we can afford fancy cars.”
This being Yorkshire, not everyone seems to be shopping for the notion of Craven as Shangri-La.
“It’s not as wonderful as those who make these claims for it say,” stated Mr. Routledge, sipping a pint of native beer, which, by the way, is roughly half the value of a pint in London.
“The traffic is appalling, there are not enough places to park and it’s too expensive,” he stated. “The bus services have been cut back, and it’s a honey pot for commuters into Leeds and Bradford, so a lot of local people can’t afford to live here.”
Mr. Routledge, who lives a couple of miles away, has ruffled feathers by describing Skipton as “snooty” — a phrase its residents have a tendency to order for a close-by upmarket city, Harrogate.
But the inhabitants of Craven appear to be proud of the means they’re even when, to some outsiders, that may seem glum.
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