Bishop Wilton, Humberside (now East Yorkshire) back in 2011. Before i left the country I did a sort of pilgrimage to a lot of the places I grew up in. I lived here as a teenager, '87-'90. It felt like an eternity. Probably because i fucking hated my school. Dug out of my old HTC Desire folder i just rediscovered.


The postbox and noticeboard. It was a nice place to ride your bike around. Still is. Spent hours as a 13yr old at this spot hanging out with the other kids for hours on end.

Givendale Church, just a 20 minute bike ride out of Bishop Wilton, up an absolute beast of a hill. Really quite beautiful around here. It's right there in a field in the middle of nothing.

One thing the kids won't appreciate now is having pictures of everything. There's a huge photographic hole in my adolescent years where there's probably a half-dozen pictures of me or the places I liked to go. Just memories now.

I moved to York - to the city - when I was 16. I felt like I'd gone to the moon, but after my awful experience at school it actually turned out very well. I loved the college. I was pretty bummed when I drove past years later and found it totally gone:

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