On Ilkley Moor Bah t'at

I'm feeling a little homesick. Not quite sure why. 
Everyone seems to hate Ilkley. With the exception of my grumpy flatmate I've found most of those people are people who've yet to leave. I love it. And I miss it. There is no shame in being small town and admitting it.

If you look closely you'll see the bridge where I pause for thought on walks with the pup (Layla), my high school, my initials on the sign my best friend and I put up on our last day, the now flatmate pulling a brilliant face and a 16 year old me with maybe my first love.
(I say maybe as if I ever figure out what love is I'll know better who I loved first)